A frail child
Forced to a life of solitude
Lives the life of and outcast
Unaccepted By Sociaty,
For years he slept in the bosom of madness
And so he dedicated his life to vengence.

"Chaos!"
He Shout's
Dark Knight dressed in tin foil
He strikes again
Ohh what will we do?
Cold hearted villien
With such powers the world has yet seen
Ohh who can we turn to now?

Wherever he goes
Destruction will follow
where he may roam
Unease will fill our hearts
And pain will be eternal

Now, He mixes your plates
Behold as drought falls upon mankind!

People and beasts
Kneel as one
All will bow before him
The Bringer of Destruction
And Maker of doom
The hour of chaos is at hand!