Out of nothing
Comes everything
To the silence
We hear the call
The soul-less scatter
The warm heartless breeze
Carrying with it death
Hunters of the shadows
The horrors we see
In the blurry distance
Nailed to the trees
Tortured for eternity
The wind slices
As sharp as a blade
For the fallen
The ones who have no-one
Broken and bleeding
Never to walk again
Confined by chains
A grim and final state
They find us
To weak to fight back
Gorged on the living
Heavy in the attack
Like locusts they come
Hell beings from beyond
We stand and fight
This night will be long
When the first falls
We moved to the side
Our hearts still willing
But not to die
My blade of fire
My wits of steel
Our fate is written
Our sorrow is real
They wear the dead
As shields from us
They take our light
And our forgotten lust