Enemy at the Gates

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