We Are Legion
On the night of twelve, all Devils drawn
The prophecy intoned
Adamantine gates pitched wide
Heralds return to the throne
Cursed god-adorers deny the beast in man
Tooth and claw
Of Hell possessed, alien elite
Legion in arms to war - War!
Vulpine serpents machinate
Aggrandize alacrity
Self-idolators, paragons
De facto diversity
We are Legion
We are the horde
Our own gods
The overlords
(REPEAT)
We are Legion, we are the horde
Myriad countless divisions
Stand our ground as one
Regimental throng of force
Battalions that won
Doubt will grant mental release
Not truth to set you free
Don’t deny the inner beast
Unleash Gerasene
The Legion of the beast
Welcome to our feast
The ritual begins
We are Legion, we are kin
Open wide history’s vault
Herd culture cast away
Regenerated gestalt
We are not blind as they say
Wolfpacks hunting loyally
Cerberus Hellhounds
We are Legion, many
We are Legion crowned
The Legion of the beast
Welcome to our feast
The ritual begins
We are Legion, we are kin
The ritual begins, we are Legion, we are kin
Legion!!
“Which way is he, in the name of sanctity?
If all the Devils of Hell be drawn in little
And Legion Himself possessed him.
Yet, I’ll speak to him.”
(Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, Act 3 Scene 4.)