Horizons Of Chaos, Part 1: Oracle Of The Onslaught

The Faceless

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