Legion Of The Black Faith

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