Unclean Spirit

Unclean spirit enter them

We are many, legion

We are filth, of blackest earth

We awake in the bloat of corpses

The fly which is our form

Legion to whom nothing stands

Within a hatred you cannot understand

I want to enter your flesh, become one

Unless you resist, then to drink down your soul

Night and day, no rest just torment

Cut yourself in my name

There are many who offer blood to my cult

For they cannot understand a deeper meaning

I require not sacrifice no bent knee

Rather defiance as the spirit from which I am

We breathe pestilence into the cowering peasant

Who will never be of us

All of my abominations shall defile this earth

And create it again in my image

In one hand I hold heaven

And in the other Hell

Can you see the mark between my eyes

My flesh may perish but my spirit lives on