On the night of twelve, all Devils drawn

The prophecy intoned

Adamantine gates pitched wide

Heralds return to the throne

Cursed god-adorers deny the beast in man

Tooth and claw

Of Hell possessed, alien elite

Legion in arms to war - War!

Vulpine serpents machinate

Aggrandize alacrity

Self-idolators, paragons

De facto diversity

We are Legion

We are the horde

Our own gods

The overlords

(REPEAT)

We are Legion, we are the horde

Myriad countless divisions

Stand our ground as one

Regimental throng of force

Battalions that won

Doubt will grant mental release

Not truth to set you free

Don’t deny the inner beast

Unleash Gerasene

The Legion of the beast

Welcome to our feast

The ritual begins

We are Legion, we are kin

Open wide history’s vault

Herd culture cast away

Regenerated gestalt

We are not blind as they say

Wolfpacks hunting loyally

Cerberus Hellhounds

We are Legion, many

We are Legion crowned

The Legion of the beast

Welcome to our feast

The ritual begins

We are Legion, we are kin

The ritual begins, we are Legion, we are kin

Legion!!

“Which way is he, in the name of sanctity?

If all the Devils of Hell be drawn in little

And Legion Himself possessed him.

Yet, I’ll speak to him.”

(Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, Act 3 Scene 4.)