Azazel - Torture Squad

Uh Azazel… unmerciful god from hell

Brings us now

His evil black legions

Desperate cries are reaching to the heavens

No one can be saved

He dominates all religions

Demons proclaiming to the sky

The arrival of the lord of the flies

Close your eyes to the evil glare

Hordes of hell will march at dawn

Beginning of the end, all hope is gone

The human race is drowning in despair

Uh Azazel… tyrannical king of hell

Treads on us

Feel… feel his impurity

Dark eyes, void of light everywhere

There’s no escape

We’ll pay for all our sins

We are leaving all hope behind

Feeling his touch and there’s no light

Bodies are laying across the land

The smell of death is everywhere

Transforming this land a pit of despair

Azazel… is rising to command

Azazel, the king of hell

Bringing pain, our souls yell

Leaving the earth in a dark cell

Azazel, the king of hell

Uh Azazel… in the image of decay

Chosen to bring

Torments, plagues and anguish

Thee unholy plan, his conquest is done

There’s no life

Under his dark sun

In the face of millions the agony hurts and burns

Through this age of demise

The human race is drowned in flames, pestilence, pain and hate

It’s the last chapter of mankind

Azazel, the king of hell

Bringing pain, our souls yell

Leaving the earth in a dark cell

Azazel, master of living hell