In the realms where darkness weaves,
Where reason's own threads start to cleave,
There dwells Tourac, the Chaos-born,
A specter of madness, ever scorned.

In twisting mazes of shattered mind,
The Eldritch's touch leaves innocence blind,
With whispers that dance on the wind,
He sows fear and confusion to win.

Chorus:
Hail Tourac! Chaos-king, wild and free,
In your realm of chaos we see,
Madness unfolds, reality bends,
The mind's master, without ends.

Shattering silence with thunderous roar,
Within his grasp, the world is a toy,
A game of madness he will play,
His fury will never sway.

Chorus:
Hail Tourac! Chaos-king, wild and free,
In your realm of chaos we see,
Madness unfolds, reality bends,
The mind's master, without ends.

Beneath the moonlight's haunted gleam,
Tourac wades through nightmares like a stream,
His whisper brings terror to mortal extreme,
A void from which sanity does seldom redeem.

Chorus:
Hail Tourac! Chaos-king, wild and free,
In your realm of chaos we see,
Madness unfolds, reality bends,
The mind's master, without ends.

With every step that the mad god takes,
The world grows colder and shakes,
Yet still there are those who will fight,
To keep their minds from his blight.

Chorus:
Hail Tourac! Chaos-king, wild and free,
In your realm of chaos we see,
Madness unfolds, reality bends,
The mind's master, without ends.

