Gods transform me

The storm will cleanse me

Civilized I shall not be

By this holy strain of laws



I fall below the earth

I smell the ancients' breath

The fiends encircle me

They speak my name in tongues



For I'm no human now

I burn the ways conform

The gods are pleased with me

They speak my name in tongues



I am the seer

I know the texts divine

Thunder words

Demons race into my hands



Azazel

Lend me your wings of twelve

I shall fly into the storm

I, son of fire, in anger become

The lightning bolts that strike the earth



[repeat 4th verse