Sullen, I begged for a cure for the sickness that plagued me
While wasting away in utter dismay
Terrified of my
Final resting place
A man of fallen faith
These pleas were met with the silence of the grave that soon would bear my name
I have been forsaken

A whisper of temptation crept forth from the everblack
And in my weakness I accept

Infernal life swells within my chest
Bestowing might to feeble flesh

Deconsecrated unseen forces vanquish
What once was venerated
Piety castrated

I surrender to Legion's call
A maddening cacophony of demoniac squall
There is no turning back from this tainted pact

Now confined to the black of the mind
Bare witness to the once divine
Reborn in the blessings of the sick
Becoming the infinite conduit
Demons bathe in my spirit, I become the Iconoclast
The bringer of despoiling plagues that will overcast heaven
As living flesh betroths destruction

No longer bound by perdition
Deceive, consume, Hecatomb
Primordial
Prodigal
We are Legion
Living breathing blasphemy