Brainstorm de Morbid Angel

Gods transform me
the 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 am the seer
i know the texts divine
thunder words
demons race into my hands

Azazel
lend 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