Azazel's Crown

Desolation, ruin, and impurity
 To the desert where he was cast
 Dry scorching heat, four wings of fire
 Few dare to tread Azazel's path
 Death is where he dwells
 The curse of Azazel
 As the chosen goat sent away
 To the domain barren and wild
 To carry the sins of the meek and lowly
 An offering destined soon to die
 Hidden current, the obscure path
 Where the defiant one resides
 Witchcraft and lust and weaponry
 Are the gifts bestowed to those who seek
 Death is where he dwells
 The crown of Azazel
 Cloaked in the shadows on a nocturnal prowl
 Those whose deeds demand blood
 Retribution condemns you to the grave
 I have become Azazel's blade
 Desolation, ruin, and impurity
 The wasteland where he dwells
 War, lust, and witchery
 The crown of Azazel
 Flesh cauldron is brimming with
 Fiery vengeance and death logic
 Demonic lore, secrets shunned
 Scribbed in ancient scrolls
 Unholy prayers to the unholy one
 Turning forever from God
 The blade I will unsheathe again
 To become Azazel's sword
 From the desert waste I have returned
 To wash your cities in sin
 Ornament and perfume
 Lilith the un-divine awakes
 Sinless daughters and sinful wives
 Seduced with serpentine caress
 Wanton valleys of fornication
 Flesh moans in unholy bliss
 Cloaked in the shadows on a nocturnal prowl
 Those whose deeds demand blood
 Retribution condemns you to the grave
 I have become Azazel's blade