A scream tears through the sky,

sound of The Chaos cry.

Wild and raging for existence.
From the time of equilibrium remembrance.
Tilted and insane, the world flies on.
To resist the destroying streak of the dragon.
The resistance is subtle and hidden from eyes
and backwards and wrong and looks like lies.
The hope is not a calming aim or human kind.
It's of chaos and random and insane of mind.
The blackbird crows with a screech of pains,
but really the sound of freedom that reigns.
Eyes cannot find an equal ring
while pandemonium chime bells sing.
Many despair fighting for the balance chance
when chaos thrives in joyful dance.
Life is lost in equilibrium victory.
Death becomes protagonist of universe glory.
So let the chaos reap and let the way of life.
To spare all joy, love, and all strife.
Thank nothing, everything for uncontrolled,
for random will never be weary, slow, or old.

A scream tears through the sky,

sound of The Chaos cry.