Luciferian Will

You who lurk behind the countless masks

And behind the mighty desert storms

You escaped from the caves of darkness

And descended down into the matter

Light my inner temple

With Luciferic fire that burns between your horns

Fill it with your magic, your spirit

Make it the sterile area of your holiness

The tree growing on it's square is like death

Up grown by your black light

The fruits ever dying on it's branches

From where the man can eat their wisdom

And their bread of the ones doomed to perdition

And the wine of those doomed to Hell

Everything it breeds in front of us

We shall enjoy without fear...

I step into Your dark tunnels

Where only instics guide me!

As for us getting lost is a victory

Univetiable part of the path of your gnosis

The prize is standing at the end

In the uttermost end of the labyrinth...

Reveal yourself to us, Azazel

Horned master of the dark witches

Forge the weapons of our own liberation

The Luciferian Will!

Ave Azazel!

Ave Azazel!

Ave Azazel!

Ave Azazel!