From dusk till dawn, the poison siren sings her song Rage bleeds through her skin, walls of patience caving in Cowards caged by sward, still sheathed at the brink of war One flick of the wrist, his arm shall cease to exist The horizons of chaos Whores of war, on their knees, begging for mercy High noon above the dunes, corpses caress these ruins Drifting cross the wastelands, the siren starts to chant Fire in her eyes, bringing the blackened skies A redemption for the restless, decimation of the fearless The horizons of chaos Content with dying, the hopeless keep trying Warriors to walk the paths of the dead All is lost, kiss your cross Your Welcome Brian Frye