SERPENT NOIR - Desert of Azazel | Текст песни

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Geniality lost in the desert of Azazel
blamed to be the scapegoat by the ignorant.

The voices of the crowd, mocking birds
Yes mocking birds, creatures with birdsongs of despair.
Hell, yes hell, is the heritage of our wisdom
Hell is the future of your blindness.
When you cut the throat of an animal
We cut the throat of all that you are.

We are the Sons of Satan, we are the seeds of Cain.
Prometheus will break his chains, so will Loki.
If you send the goat to the desert, be prepered he will return.
The perfect life of ignorance is soon the mayhem of Gha’agsheblah.

Try to put a stone in the crater to stop the volcano to erupt,
Burn the witch on the stake to change the politic.
1600 on Campo de' Fiori, you burnt Bruno
He is alive, but you will burn, yes, you will burn again, burn, burn, burn. This time you burn again, burn, burn, burn,
in the fires of Gha’agsheblah.

The crowd is mocking, as they did to Christ.
but when The Dark Lord is coming, revenge is equal to salvation.
Pray, mocking birds, pray mocking crowd,
You will never reach eternal life.
You will kneel, while you see the stars rise to eternity.

The things you mocked is you eternal mayhem.
The things we cared for will be forever.
HO DRAKON HO MEGAS!