Lord of the Flies - Legion Of The Damned

Crashed on distant shores

Stranded in a hostile world

Bereaved of kin and kindred

Now left to survive on their own

Dormant atavistic rage

Emerging once again

Hunters will soon proclaim

Mastery over the meek

Man against man

Fist against fist

Will against will

Strength against strength

Cut the throat and spill the blood

Celebrating the hunters' prey

Insane lust for power

Foreshadows a cruel reign

Pig’s head on a stake

Buzzing halo of flies

Rancid smell of decaying flesh

Lord Beelzebub calls

Man against man

Fist against fist

Will against will

Strength against strength

Thin layer of civilization

Evaporates as sovereigns vanish

Antagonism about food and fire

Each must now fend for his own

Malevolent or benevolent

Power is contested

By numbers and sheer force

Losers fly or perish

Violent power takes control

Like a pack of dogs they run

They love the thrill of killing

They are hungry for the smell of blood

Cut the throat spill the blood

Show all who dominates

Chasing those who resist

Through the wilderness they roam

Like the pig’s head on the stake

The dissident head they want

Live or to die, that is nature’s law

Hear Beelzebub calls

Man against man

Fist against fist

Will against will

Strength against strength