They will come, the heinous thoughts

Silently from the lair

Hunched and crouched, they will come

Reeling us under their might

As they emerge, from the darkness of my heart

Born of the night, concealed in seeds of fear

They will come

The brothers of delusion

They will come

The sisters of shadows

The enemy is at the gates

The enemy at the gates

They make their camp, on the field of hope

And burn down, the house of sleep

Steal the treasures, of our thoughts

Storm the gates, of our hearts

As they emerge, from the darkness of my heart

Born of the night, conceived by seeds of fear

They will come

The brothers of delusion

They will come

The sisters of shadows

The enemy is at the gates

The enemy at the gates