Master of the Strumpets - Dawn Of Azazel

Void of benevolent feeling, frigid cold inside

I have travelled to and beyond my limits to understand why

It thrust me into suffering, sadness, swathes me in black and woe

And raised me above the festering human vermin that seethe below

I have gained immeasurable might since the days when I walked at their side

I have stared into one thousand eyes and seen the devil inside

And touched the demon dwelling in every man, woman and child

I know that this is where my destiny lies

Perverse

Demonic

Enlightenment

When all that is sacred is expunged

And all supernal lies profaned

When I stand amongst their ruins

As carnality runs rampant in their domain

As strong and proud as a lion

And clever as a fox

As ungraspable as water

Defiant and amoral

Smiting those who falter

Impassive as they fall

Their tears are only water

No pity for them all

In My black and cold ventricles

Where divinity is found

In the taste of vengeance and

In the arms of strumpets