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...for something a little bit diabolical...... |
| Our nest is in the psyche of a mere mortal We are the darkness that Lucifus spreads with his flame Our father, the hoar-frost of arctic night Our mother, the work of spellcraft beyond the gates We project the labyrinth of the aethereal Beyond domain, dimension and thought When we hear the whisper of "invasion" Quick is the rally to commander call We are Legion Legion of the Black Faith Upon the back of dark matter we ride Enter Lesion Lesion of the Black Space Corrupting the wish-bone of the wings of the mind Our tusks uproot the continuous worms Of subterranean souls of the living Bequeathed to the Lord of Bloodwood For the entropy of black holes, there co-existing We patrol the parrallel sub-extensions To the one you know and dwell and in-born When we yield to the elegy of conjuration Earth army appears, ready to give storm We are Legion Legion of the Black Faith Mounted on pitch wyverns we ride We are Lesion Lesion of the Black Space Avalanching our wish-craft into the fields of the mind |