Legions of the Insane
You run, you run and don't look back
Just don't tear your sack
Their weapons may harm but ours are stronger
It is the question, who are they fond of?

Murderous, tactical people
Infested with self-righteous demons
Their mental strength is aiming for evil
They are marching with legions

Aboard you find a dangerous matter
You take it and climb upon the ladder
Unfamiliar but you know it from somewhere
Risking your life is your final dare

Murderous, tactical people
Infested with self-righteous demons
Their mental strength is aiming for evil
They are marching with legions

Legions of the Insane