Horizons Of Chaos, Part 1: Oracle Of The Onslaught

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