gods transform me this storm will cleanse me civilized i shall not be by this holy strain of laws i fall below the earth i smell the ancients breath the fiends encircle me they speak my name in tongues for i m no human now i burn the ways conform the gods are pleased with me they speak my name in tongues i m the seer i know the texts divine thunder words demons race into my eyes azazel lend to me your wings of twelve i shall fly into the storm i son of fire in anger become the lightning bolts that strike the earth  i m the seer i know the texts divine thunder words demons race into my eyes2