Stricken from below, the inevitable travellers

A mighty demon horde, on wings

That brought them through the storms

Was no of this earth

Still it was not flesh they craved

The smell of human souls

Made them rage upon this world


Legion

The wrath of gods

Sent as formless hordes they swipe

Endless might, swarming

Steamed by pain to ravage earth

And claim its light


Fire strikes the earth as it

Commence non shall live

Chaos rage the world humans

Turning as they run

On abyssal command they

Punish the weak with their laws

They came to claim the throne as

They conquer every living soul


Legion

The wrath of gods

Sent as formless hordes they swipe

Endless might, swarming

Steamed by pain to ravage earth

And claim its light


Theough demonic penetration

The legion of the formless ones

Are swarming demigods

Spread like plague it withers the earth

The pain, the black, deeds of Pazuzu


Stricken from below, the inevitable travellers

A mighty demon horde, on wings

That brought them through the storms

Was no of this earth

Still it was not flesh they craved

The smell of human souls

Made them rage upon this world