Legion of Chaos - Devilish Impressions

«How you would please me, Night!

without your stars

Which speak a foreign dialect, that jars

On one who seeks the void, the black, the bare

Yet even your darkest shade a canvas forms

Whereon my eye must multiply in swarms

Familiar looks of shapes no longer there»

Vision of disorder…

Meritorious, perpetual annihilation

Fountains of blood running down with rain

Washing away the stench of mankind’s putrefaction

Hail!

We are the Legion Of Chaos

Hail!

Bow to the Legion Of Doom

Chaos… sperm and ova of all species

Chaos… bringer of darkness and daylight

«You forests, like cathedrals, are my dread

You roar like organs.

Our curst hearts, like cells

Where death forever rattles on the bed

Echo your de Profundis as it swells

My spirit hates you, Ocean!

sees, and loathes

Its tumults in your own.

Of men defeated

The bitter laugh, that’s full of sobs and oaths

Is in your own tremendously repeated»

Fountains of blood running down with rain

Washing away the stench of mankind’s putrefaction

Hail!

We are the Legion Of Chaos

Hail!

Bow to the Legion Of Doom

Chaos… sperm and ova of all species

Chaos… bringer of darkness and daylight

Chaotic vision of the cosmos…