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
Into domain, dimension and form
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
From subterranean souls
Of the living
Bequeathed to the Lord of Bloodwood
Entropy of black holes
There co-existing

We patrol the parallel 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 fly
Enter Lesion
Lesion of the Black Space
Avalanching our wish-craft
Into the fields of the mind