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!