Gods transform me The storm will cleanse me Civilized I shall not be By this holy strain of laws I fall below the earth I smell the ancients' breath The fiends encircle me They speak my name in tongues For I'm no human now I burn the ways conform The gods are pleased with me They speak my name in tongues I am the seer I know the texts divine Thunder words Demons race into my hands (solo Brunelle) (solo Azagthoth) Azazel Lend me your wings of twelve I shall fly into the storm I, son of fire, in anger become The lightning bolts that strike the earth (solo Azagthoth) [repeat 4:th verse]
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