Desolation, ruin, and impurity To the desert where he was cast Dry scorching heat, four wings of fire Few dare to tread Azazel's path Death is where he dwells The curse of Azazel As the chosen goat sent away To the domain barren and wild To carry the sins of the meek and lowly An offering destined soon to die Hidden current, the obscure path Where the defiant one resides Witchcraft and lust and weaponry Are the gifts bestowed to those who seek Death is where he dwells The crown of Azazel Cloaked in the shadows on a nocturnal prowl Those whose deeds demand blood Retribution condemns you to the grave I have become Azazel's blade Desolation, ruin, and impurity The wasteland where he dwells War, lust, and witchery The crown of Azazel Flesh cauldron is brimming with Fiery vengeance and death logic Demonic lore, secrets shunned Scribbed in ancient scrolls Unholy prayers to the unholy one Turning forever from God The blade I will unsheathe again To become Azazel's sword From the desert waste I have returned To wash your cities in sin Ornament and perfume Lilith the un-divine awakes Sinless daughters and sinful wives Seduced with serpentine caress Wanton valleys of fornication Flesh moans in unholy bliss Cloaked in the shadows on a nocturnal prowl Those whose deeds demand blood Retribution condemns you to the grave I have become Azazel's blade