Progeny of Pain - Dawn Of Azazel

Expelled from the womb

Cradled in spite

In this den of wolves

Lightning’s lineage

Engendered its birthright to rank

Its edict of power

Destined to be free of chains and shackles

Fullbodied fists

Instincts unblemished

The restless and ruthless, spawn of the abyss

Finest black noble blood

Unbeholden, Hewn from misery

Pain begets the strength of the masters of this world

The law of the strong etched in their bones

Obstinate, unyielding, primed and awaiting impatiently

Hungry for what is rightfully ours

Blackest of titans

Proud and defiant

Wield the trident

Hunt down the frauds

Split their skulls and slit their throats

Marked for magnanimity

Strife’s brightest sons

From muck and austerity and filth have become

The wolf at your door

The hellions of old

That laugh at your laws and plunder your gold

No place for half measures

No pause or surrender

Take pleasure as aggressor in this solemn endeavour

Pain will pass, victory is forever

Hewn from ash, sulphur and flame

Sworn to the discipline of the blade

Toil, suffering and endless pain

That of which I am made