Legion - Resist The Thought

I smell the fear of death lingering in the air tonight

A world we once called home now infected by parasites

We march forward to our mortality one by one

Beware the trumpet sounds

This plague has been unleashed upon this bloodshed town

You face extermination, so we prepare for war

If we don’t save ourselves we’ll perish in the storm

I, I fight for glory

Marching the desolate wastelands of earth

I, I fight for grievance

Like wolves we hunger for the flesh of mankind

Nowhere to run

Your demise has begun

The prophets warned that this day would come

Where the sky will fall in flames and the demon grows in lust

All things that breath will turn to dust

I’ve become an abomination

Craving the blood of the mutilated

Consumed by greed, and I’m fuelled by hatred

I’ll take the fate of an entire nation

So save yourself

The prophets warned that this day would come

I smell the fear of death lingering in the air tonight

The dark, the cold, the hollow souls of the darkest lords are bleeding humanity

dry

Such a desolate wasteland

Where the angels reduced to a fiend

A perfect setting for an apocalyptic scene

And I the tyrant would descend upon the earth

To burn the kingdom and release the truth