Awakened By Sirens

by the light of the moon dark thoughts rise up
they haunt my dreams while the wind
carries their voices and screams
awakened by sirens, armed with the wrath of gods
we ride the storm, may our rage defend creation
awakened by sirens, armed with the wrath of gods
we ride the storm, may our rage defend creation
by the light of the moon dark thoughts rise up
now we haunt your dreams while the wind
carries our warcries
under cover of darkness
beneath the bleeding horizon
your ends now justified