Hymn of Fire - Azazel

The sun cried

Fire upon me

I feel the pain

My skin buckling

And I giving away

To a new horrid life

I loved you

For my soul

Burns without you

Tonight

Rise

Live without you

Burns

Ruling this life

Burns my soul

Rise

Why

Good thing can not

Be left alone

I want it all

Take him

Pull out my eyes

And cut my tongue

I’d rather rule

Than serve, than serve

I won’t be you

I can’t

I die for it

I can’t

The flames are my home

Again and again

I know this life

Again, again

I hate this life

Oh, death becomes me