By the light of the moon dark toughts rise up…they haunt my dreamsnwhile the wind carries their voices and screams over the landnAwakened by sirens, armed with the wrath of Gods, we ride the storm, may our rage defend creationnUnder cover of darkness you raped innocent lifenbeneath the bleeding horizon your end's now justifiednBy the light of the moon dark thoughts rise up... now we haunt your dreams while the wind carries our warcries to your empires