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

Oh the stairs I scale To my one storey jail Will be nothing For there's an arm on which I'll lean And the arm will repay Every debt that was in its name Oh, on the day that the boys come home Those that don't feel the sun Beating down on their body numb Will know the heat on the day that they are cooking Those whose lights run strong With no hint of interruption Will know the dark when the boys come home As for those who look like us Managing our will into the dust Who withdraw when the lights have been turned on On their pitch-black nights There'll be a flame flickering alight As they're made to cross all of the bridges they're burning How I wonder what they'll say What they'll feel and to whom they'll pray Oh, on the day that the boys come home Move this pile of clothes Let me rest my bones For there'll be one less day Till the day I'm promised As I lower my eyes Counting down all of the lies Yes, one less day till I can see grown men made honest And the only fear I have Is that my rage fade before I can See that day that the boys come home