Lucifer's Rising - Azarath

The age of your glory shall never end

Audacious son of the Morning Star!

The sting of the villians!

The unchasing rage!

The sceptre of the tytans!

The proud emperor of the harassment!

Pestilent touch above the herd of Christ!

There’s no relief for this earthly morgue

The desert of your wrath

Hell’s breath awakens legions

The shades of the dead kings of Earth

They rise from the burning thrones

And praise your name so full of might

Lucifer’s rising!

From the underworld!

You arose form the deepest pits of Hell

To cut the throat of God by the blade of bitterness

You will ascend to the Heavens

And exalt Thy throne above the stars of God

You will sit upon the mouth

Of the congregation in the sides of the north