We fly the black flag over the waves of reality.
We have declared war upon God and Man.
The din of this war follows in our wake,
The sound of walls crashing
and houses burning.
We march to that silence which is death.
We dance on a razor, riding the edge,
Full sail in unknown waters.
The edges of the map are ill-defined,
And we're not the sort to draw them.
There is no logic where I am.
There is no god where I stand.
Welcome to Earth, beautiful child:
Make it tremble.
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We are the House of Khaos,
The silent and the loud.
We protest impossibility by force of will and action.
This is a reminder,
And a call to arms.
The Assault on Reality lives in you.
This is what you were born to do.
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