Desert Of Azazel

Geniality lost in the desert of azazel
Blamed to be the scapegoat by the ignorant

The voices of the crowd, mocking birds
Yes mocking birds, creatures with birdsongs of despair
Hell, yes hell, is the heritage of our wisdom
Hell is the future of your blindness
When you cut the throat of an animal
We cut the throat of all that you are

We are the sons of satan, we are the seeds of cain
Prometheus will break his chains, so will loki
If you send the goat to the desert, be prepered he will return
The perfect life of ignorance is soon the mayhem of gha’agsheblah

Try to put a stone in the crater to stop the volcano to erupt
Burn the witch on the stake to change the politic
1600 on campo de' fiori, you burnt bruno
He is alive, but you will burn, yes, you will burn again, burn, burn, burn
This time you burn again, burn, burn, burn
In the fires of gha’agsheblah

The crowd is mocking, as they did to christ
But when the dark lord is coming, revenge is equal to salvation
Pray, mocking birds, pray mocking crowd
You will never reach eternal life
You will kneel, while you see the stars rise to eternity

The things you mocked is you eternal mayhem
The things we cared for will be forever
Ho drakon ho megas!