On swift wings - The Legion

On swift wings, make haste across the landscape

Thus, you are the messenger of death

With black strokes

Make your way into the moongate

You all-seeing shadow to the earth

Yes, you are of black ice

And the thunder in the past

Thus, you see yourself in the abyss

Your visions — The coming of the many

A cavalacade in revelations path

And with nightfall, conquer all in darkness

A crimson sun drowning weak in blood

Battles roar in ancient times of warlike days

Ever so clear.

Endurance until the end!

Ascendancy.

Slay them all in vengeance, now

Stain the ground with poison

From their feeble minds

Now see the valleys drink the pestilent blood

A breeze of flesh across the plains

On swift wings, make haste across the landscape

Thus, you are the messenger of death

With black strokes

Make your way into the moongate

You all-seeing shadow to the earth