Текст песни Enemy At the Gates - Amorphis

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