Legion move over the land,
Softly, he whispers his forces command,
Naked she lies on the crucifix, crying,
The tears of the innocent die,
The dragon slides between her thighs,
The dragon slides between her thighs,
The dragon breathes the fire as blood drips from her eyes, until delivered of the child.
The mark of the Legion, the mark of the Legion,
The mark of the Legion, the mark of the Legion.
And all the leaders of the nations follow single file,
As all the brothers of the legion drift upon the Nile,
To face the beast in all it’s ecstasy, and dreams of our betrayal,
As love will die within the force that drains it from the grail,
She drinks the blood of prophets, and she drinks the blood of saints,
Between her legs they crawl in torment for the souls they lay to waste,
Upon the altar the sacrifice begins,
The dragon takes another, and feeds upon his sins,
To live and breathe again under the night, under the Liar,
Into the night, into the fire.
Is this the coming of the day?
As the alliance of the dragon takes its prey…
Is this the call of revolution?
Is this the fall of revolution from the soul?
Is this the cry from all corruption?
Or is corruption just a fortress we bestow?
And if you’re looking for the answer…
And if you’re looking for the light that leads the way…
Take my hand I will lead you where the torture and the pain will drift away.
Stay with me,
Stay with me,
Stay with me.
