Dawn Of Azazel - Monarch Of Bloodshed And Eternal Victory lyrics

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Dawn Of Azazel - Monarch Of Bloodshed And Eternal Victory lyrics

Awaken, this sanguinary imperative Blood boils over confining walls For the Luciferian diathesis, that which stands above all Ordain the age of their suffering Decimate their enfeebled kingdom In vengeance rent upon the entrails Torn of the obsolescent human faeces Deities of vengeance, bestow upon me your favour That I might smite mine enemies whilst they sleep Preserve the mighty, oh bringer of retribution Crush those prostrate at my feet May we the spiteful and our kingdom In purifying vengeance reign I shall be as the incendiary And consume in fire their remains And now an internecine lineage Is born unto this world With hatred and contempt For this enfeebled world With knotted club as sceptre And divine lightning at its grasp Resolute and statuesque In immortal phallic might Stout in virtue and defiance Stands the stratum that bears it soul Spartan crushers of the yoke Embody the dialectic that shall conquer all One man shall fell one thousand Under its mantle and its legacy "Bring my enemies before me Vanquished shall they be" All the old races lie dead and buried Amid the Faustian ruins Of the effeminate All the old doctrines lie hollow and empty In the twilight of the imperium Of the decadent Arise ascetic amidst the decay As he who is still unfettered Ordain the consummation in Pandemonic fire Of the downtrodden infidel All the old hierarchies lie ineffectual and useless In the hedonistic weakness Of the effeminate All the old maxims lie lost and lowly In the intoxicating senility Of the decadent Arise in conquest amidst the decline As he who is the destroyer Ordain the cull of the worthless dross Sadistic victor Consanguine Catharsis of the feted, base and inane Astride the throne in primacy when Rome shall fall again To be throned when empires sink in storms of steel and flame To be throned when weakling breeds are hunted down like game To be throned in the eminence of sanguinary disarray To reclaim the sceptre in hatred, in spite, in conquest