Descent into Eminence - Dawn Of Azazel

Raise the texts of morality

Where the loathsome and vacuous nest

Shower its delusions with misery

Smear its every inhibition with filth

Hearts once open now blackened

Fists where hands were once outstretched

Have no mercy for the wretched

Tread the path of eminence

Drunk from the cistern of mediocrity

Content to be blindly led

Butcher these thralls that obstruct me

In my descent into eminence

Victory or defeat lies in our hands alone

True salvation lies within

Uphold this birthright with an iron fist

Compassion is the vice of kings

Bask in pride and infamy

Welter in the pleasures of the flesh

For sin pathed the road to paradise

That descends into eminence

Warped by the path of perversity

I see everything in shades of black and red

Flames burn away all impurities

For the descent into eminence