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
Lyrics
[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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- At One With Nothing
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- Brainstorm
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- Chambers Of Dis
- Chapel Of Ghouls
- Cleansed In Pestilence
- Covenant Of Death
- Curse The Flesh
- Damnation
- Dawn Of The Angry
- Day Of Suffering
- Dominate
- Enshrined By Grace
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- Eyes To See, Ears To Hear
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