Horizons of Chaos I: Oracle of the Onslaught

From dusk till dawn , the poison siren sings her son
Rage bleeds through her skin, walls of patience caving in
Cowards caged by sword, still sheathed at the brink of war
One flick of the wirst, his army shall cease to exist
The horizons of chaos
Cast down a plague, pestilent, vile dismay
The horizons of choas
Whores of war, on their knees, begging for mercy
High noon above the dunes, corpses caress [bad word] 
Drifting across the wastlands, the siren starts to chant
Fire in her eyes, bringing blackened skies
redemption for the restless, decimation of the fearless
The horizons of chaos
The fallen grip the sand, last breath, last stand
The horizons of chaos
Content with dying, the hopless keep trying
Warriors to walk the paths of the dead
All is lost, kiss your cross