Legion Of The Damned

Bleed... for me
Bleed... for me
Vulgar existence in a world devoid of meaning
Governed by totalitarian manipulations
No blood and soil, nor gold or god I serve
Nothing held sacred has survived the deconstruction
I want to live and there is nothing to quench my first
So I immurse myself in relentless nihilism
Nothing left but the ecstasy of the fight and flesh
Lose oneself in vitalistic decadence
I am a curse born to lay your world to waste
Like a rabid dog bound to ravish and slay