The Credo of a Legion

Forget the plague that haunts the soul,
succumb to the caress the demons stole.
Delve into the passions of the night,
reminisce upon the joys of flight.
Remain in ecstasy in the darkest halls,
become euphoric when your leader calls.
Stain the floor with a relieving sigh,
dance with the shadows up in the sky.
Embrace the moon whilst bathing in its light,
endure the visions without clouding your sight.
Stare into the cobra's judging eyes,
empower yourself to see through the lies.
Swim amidst the rays of the fallen,
engulf the mind with forbidden pollen.
Allow the acid to sear through flesh,
spread the wings made of iron mesh.
Tend the wounds inflicted by the pure,
pledge allegiance to fight for a cure.
Smear the blood to determine its taste,
stick to the plan so we don't go to waste.
Promise the heart to forgive its ways,
never pretend for the rest of your days.
Perform your duty with all your power,
worship the darkness of the high tower.