Conqueror Throned - Dawn Of Azazel

Raise the standard of bloodshed

Ascend the throne in war

Cast out infidels as victor

Thresh the wheat from straw

Exterminate their meekness

Put weakness to the sword

Purify them in the flames

Of one hundred years of war

I am uniting force

I am elitist spawn

Of the never-ending holy war

To which all great men are sworn

The few who shall rend the earth as lightning

And eclipse the heavens in our might

Grasp firm diadems

By Totalitarian right

Wield the blood stained sword of vengeance

Drench opposition in bloodshed

Their broken bodies shall form the path

On which we conqueror on ahead

Crush the underman

Utterly consume him with hate

Main, Burn, Rend, Kill

Slay, impale, Decimate

For when the world

Is again forged of brute force

There shall be no pity

There shall be no remorse

I am the victor

The conquering one

I am the redeemer

The lightning and the sun

The one man to reign

Of iron fist and will

The will to engender

The implements of our survival

The amoral urge

And barbaric call

The iconoclastic spirit

The almighty master of all

The thunder of redemption

The Lion in the path

The flames of Armageddon

And the conquerors lance