Dawn Of Azazel

Victory (Iniquity Guides My Blade)
Inferior Pious Deceiver Embodiment of everything that I oppose As you tremble before shadows and gods And stand naked before your foes I grasped destiny by the horns And rode out from the invalid which was I Now my blood runs black in the ecstasy Of my own Machiavellian might Now see the chariots wheel in panic As levelled spears drink their fill Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery As I move in for the kill Upon the path of the true elitist, Every footstep is obscured in the dark I grasp the hand of iniquity And walk under the light of the Morning Star Now In Rebellious spirit I stand atop this world Anoint myself in profane majesty A thousand Raven-haired harlots pine at my feet Inebriated by the crimson wine of my Satanic victory All who challenge, shall fall broken on my way Upon the path of true enlightenment I brake your stride and strike you lame and mute And smite you down in zealous glee Letras de canciones Submission is a gift, (not a loan) You are not owed interest. Don't just kneel there, make yourself useful I am in control The power within me is great You are a broken shell of a human The epitome of all that is weak, I am in control The power within me is great You are a broken shell of a human The epitome of all that is weak From Letras Mania