Storm the Legion

The images sprung from the blade

Of my kingdom and with it

A burning Ring gave it's way

Onto the night

Dying like sterile souls

Of unborn creations

White centuries that for eyes have been blind

Yet they saw the flame

Giving birth to the constant

Of Death

Mortal extermination

Beyond the prophecy

Of a dilacerated Corpse

That runs after the holy and week

In the shaded forest of the lost

Conjunction of polarity

Bound apart by the

Black-Water that my blood was sown

The cloth of virtue within

Gathering the skin of the 3 disciples

In the shapeless

Mass of eternity

With what they've sipped from the abyss

I created a stream of energy

And it's spears were called

Death and Hunger

I fed the famit with poison

And I killed the faithfull with

Slumber

Of Hell the ensemble is born with acid

But of heaven

With hatred and an odium plastid

To sacrifice monstrosity

That lingers in the hand of

Earthly formation

It is known that the planetary dagger

Belongs to the alignment of Satan