Phantoms of disorder Move silent through our world Unseen and veiled by chaos Planting seeds of dissent Assassins of peace Enforcers of power
The smell of fear and weakness Draws them to their prey The kingdoms they tear down Become the carrion on which they feed Predators in wait Devils in flesh
Turning dreams to black Bring nightmares to us all Greed is their God And your gods they will devour
Poisoning morals reigning in nations Plotting fate, abolishing faith Stop at nothing ransom the sun The darkness takes hold When the jackals come
Their war is already won Your world will end When the jackals come
