Teksty: Azazel. Music For The Ritual Chamber. Hymn Of Fire.

The sun cried
fire upon me
i feel the pain
my skin buckling
and i giving away
to a new horrid life
i loved you
for my soul
burns without you
tonight
rise
live without you
burns
ruling this life
burns my soul
rise
why?
good thing can not
be left alone
i want it all
take him
pull out my eyes
and cut my tongue
i'd rather rule
than serve, than serve
i won't be you
i can't
i die for it
i can't
the flames are my home
again and again
i know this life
again, again
i hate this life
oh, death becomes me