Lyrics Lucifer's Rising - Azarath

Lucifer's Rising

The age of your glory shall never end
Audacious son of the Morning Star!
The sting of the villians!
The unchasing rage!
The sceptre of the tytans!
The proud emperor of the harassment!
Pestilent touch above the herd of Christ!
There’s no relief for this earthly morgue
The desert of your wrath
Hell’s breath awakens legions
The shades of the dead kings of Earth
They rise from the burning thrones
And praise your name so full of might
Lucifer’s rising!
From the underworld!
You arose form the deepest pits of Hell
To cut the throat of God by the blade of bitterness
You will ascend to the Heavens
And exalt Thy throne above the stars of God
You will sit upon the mouth
Of the congregation in the sides of the north