Legion

We do not want your sympathy,
We do not want your Gold.
We have gathered in this being,
To take possession of your Souls.
We have come from the Hollows,
We have ascended the depths.
We have found one who follows
One who brings with him Death.
We are not one, but many,
Many more than you'd like.
Many Souls with great hatred,
Many men in our sights.
We are here in His Name,
Not He above, but He below.
Descendants of the Flame,
And keepers of His Souls.
We are here for your wicked,
We are here for your weak.
Thus nobody is safe from the Flames,
Naturally.
We will take without mercy,
Not one human saved.
Not even this vessel
 Which allows us to take.
Men will end in ashes,
From whence they were birthed.
Not Trees nor Animals nor Wind,
Will henceforth know Man walked the Earth.