Sworm of the Formless

Stricken from below, the inevitable travellers
 A mighty demon horde, on wings
 That brought them through the storms
 Was no of this earth
 Still it was not flesh they craved
 The smell of human souls
 Made them rage upon this world
 Legion
 The wrath of gods
 Sent as formless hordes they swipe
 Endless might, swarming
 Steamed by pain to ravage earth
 And claim its light
 Fire strikes the earth as it
 Commence non shall live
 Chaos rage the world humans
 Turning as they run
 On abyssal command they
 Punish the weak with their laws
 They came to claim the throne as
 They conquer every living soul
 Legion
 The wrath of gods
 Sent as formless hordes they swipe
 Endless might, swarming
 Steamed by pain to ravage earth
 And claim its light
 Theough demonic penetration
 The legion of the formless ones
 Are swarming demigods
 Spread like plague it withers the earth
 The pain, the black, deeds of Pazuzu
 Stricken from below, the inevitable travellers
 A mighty demon horde, on wings
 That brought them through the storms
 Was no of this earth
 Still it was not flesh they craved
 The smell of human souls
 Made them rage upon this world