“A thousand lieutenants before the month is out. A thousand thousand by the start of the last winter. None of them trapped by a name.”
“Legion”, the voice said! Mighty enough to banish light Call on tears! On salty tears when strength and hope are lost The Altar rail, so distant. Parables resound loud For what's lost and will never be, it's time to cry
No, not again! More than many, never one Herd of pigs, Five fingers mark of bastards
Schism of the blood, separated from God Number Infinite is mocking Divine
Calling inside No more hunger no more! No more, thirst, no more!
Skeletal claws hold my hands on the wheel en route Of seductive lies My mind resounds with many names that I forgot my own one
Take your place among the living beings! What he touched and what he tore screams now In sealed chambers
Still never one, still with no name “Legion”, the voice said!
More than Many, never One Still with no name
Wind of Inferno is whipping the ship But its cruel wrath knows the way And soon there will be land, soon there will be blood Those whom lust has fed will quench the empty space Where my soul never wasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
