Dawn of Azazel

Liquor and Lust

Dawn of Azazel


Cast out the false commandments of the celibate and subdued 
Heed not such muzzled masters, But the fiesty fithy few 
Exhalted and reviled,the perverse pleasures 
And the caress of the night and their foul majesties 
Let every hole and orrifice pay homage to these kings 
Your hips attest their prowess and their lips your suffering 
Their tounge speaks no lies, the only salvation is vice and deviant deeds 

Fill my glass with pleasures and the vilest overproof 
and I shall lock my horns with she capricious and aloof 
And tame her to my side, Let no bastard deny my monarchy 
With lucid drunken rantings so many hearts I've won 
But I aint losing sleep over the sins I've done 
Iniquity is divine, these pleasures I wont deny 
are what I seek 

Liqour, sin and lust 
And mayhem in my wake 
Fools shall falter 
And kings will copulate 

Sexual liberty 
Revel in the arts of lust viciously 
I shall not be outdone 
With a bottle or at a broads bosom 
Penetrate 
Countless chasms I shall copulate 
Ribaldry 
Rabid Raw and Raucous 

Lusty libertines loins set afire 
They shall know true extasy as I perspire 
With our loins linking, with wine and drinking 

Drinking 
Drinking 
Drinking