Now your time has come Defenceless we're cowered And there's nowhere to run With our backs to the wall The storm's coming closer And it's set out its stall Mortally scared, when death's at the door No exit path, engulfing roars None shall be sacred, no living men Fear turns to wrath with every thrust of their ram Draw your... Draw your blades Or is it too late! Draw your... Draw your blades Or is it too late! They are at the gates now! As they come rushing in They're greeted by darkness And a sardonic grin Our hands reach beneath One fierce commando And blades start to flash from their sheath Off with their heads, decapitated Blood gushing out, bodies lay dead The smell of cold sweat, determined to fight Leaving no doubt That we're lusting for violence tonight Fearless and vast, we tear through their lines Causing surprise as the fronts intertwine Fight to the last, strip off your despair Demoralized, tonight we will fight, till they're Mortally scared, when death's at the door No exit path, engulfing roars None shall be sacred, no living men Fear turns to wrath with every thrust of their ram Draw your... Draw your blades Or is it too late! Draw your... Draw your blades Or is it too late! They are at the gates now!