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