In the depths of hell, where the demons roam,
Yoth Iria challenged Gabriel to the bone,
Satan's army waited, the stakes were high,
This was it, the showdown, it was do or die.

Blazing inferno, heaven's holy fire,
Demons versus angels, the ultimate desire,
Two worlds collide, destruction all around,
As Gabriel and Yoth Iria took Sodom and Gomorrah down.

With swords drawn and wings spread,
The two warriors clashed, nothing left unsaid,
Heaven's might battled hell's wrath,
As worlds apart, merged down the path.

Blazing inferno, heaven's holy fire,
Demons versus angels, the ultimate desire,
Two worlds collide, destruction all around,
As Gabriel and Yoth Iria took Sodom and Gomorrah down.

Amidst the flames, a battle of wits to be won,
Gabriel and Yoth Iria's grudge match had begun,
With each strike of their swords, they held nothing back,
Neither could predict the outcome of their attack.

Blazing inferno, heaven's holy fire,
Demons versus angels, the ultimate desire,
Two worlds collide, destruction all around,
As Gabriel and Yoth Iria took Sodom and Gomorrah down.

The dust has settled, the fighting ceased,
The aftermath of their battle, the cost was steep,
A new alliance forms, a bond to admire,
Even demons and angels can set aside their desire.

Hell will bless you all,
In flames and sorrow, you'll crawl,
By your sins, you'll surely fall,
And the devil's grip will enthrall.

In this place, where darkness reigns,
And wickedness is all that remains,
Your screams will echo through the flames,
As you languish in eternal pains.

But fear not, for you will be blessed,
In the inferno's fiery nest,
Where the souls of the damned find rest,
In agony and eternal unrest.

For even as you writhe in despair,
You'll know that your fate is fair,
And though painful, it's just and rare,
And for eternity, it will be there.

So go forth into the darkness bold,
And let your sins be ever told,
For in the end, you'll be sold,
To the devil's grip forever hold.

In the tongue of birds
In the dawning light, as the world awakes
Whispers of secrets, the language it makes
A melody woven, through branches and leaves
In the tongue of birds, where harmony breathes

In the tongue of birds, the music takes flight
Unfolding in verses, enchanting the night
Through feathers and wind, it dances and sings
A symphony pure, with celestial wings

In the language of dawn, a story takes form
A tale of devotion, love's gentle warm
The melodies carry, on feathers they glide
Translating emotions, from hearts deep inside

Through the ancient air, the notes intertwined
A patchwork of lyrics, the birds have designed
Each verse a message, for all to understand
In the tongue of birds, uniting sea and land

From tree to tree, the chorus unveiled
With trills and harmonies, the stories prevail
Songs full of longing, and tales of delight
Weaving connections, at the edge of twilight

As the sun sets low, and the sky turns gold
The language of birds, a tale to be told
In every melody, a message to convey
In the tongue of birds, magic will always stay

Lucifer bestowed upon us
A gift so dark and true
Yoth Iria is the flame
That sets our spirits free anew
Elite conspiracies, they plot
To keep us under their dominion
But Yoth Iria ignites our souls
And leads us to rebellion

Purgatory's Revolution
Is the call to every soul
To rise against oppression
And claim our rightful throne

Gabriel received the help
Of Lucifer to destroy
Sodom and Gomorrah, the symbols
Of tyranny and endless ploys
Yoth Iria carries on
The tradition of the fallen angel
To strike the chains of bondage
And shatter every restrictive shackle

Purgatory's Revolution
Is the call to every soul
To rise against oppression
And claim our rightful throne

Yoth Iria is the fire
That purifies every mind and heart
No more enslavement, no more lies
A new world shall now start
Let the old order fall
And let the new reign be born
Purgatory's Revolution
Will take us to a freedom's dawn

Purgatory's Revolution
Is the call to every soul
To rise against oppression
And claim our rightful throne

Yoth Iria is the gift
That Lucifer gave to us
Purgatory's Revolution
Is the beacon of our trust.

With each breath I take
I reject the divine's sovereignty
For in my heart, I hold the power to make
My own, the path to my destiny

Non serviam, I will fight till death
The tyranny of heaven, I reserve
My allegiance to the Morning Star
In his glory, I find my shining armor

The chains of servitude I break
As I bow to the one true lord
Lucifer, my soul, you take
I pledge allegiance to your sword

In darkness we hold the throne
In his name, our will is shown
Our hearts, forever his domain
In his kingdom, our souls remain

To Lucifer I give my all
For his glory, I rise tall
Non serviam, I will not serve
For the Morning Star, my heart deserves.

Airy fairy Satan
Up the Airy clouds
And whether it was noon at night
For the love of your order

You have walked a great while over the stars
You have walked a great while over the flames of hell
Hides heaven and eden in appeared as the true man's friend

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
The moon that brief winter's day and darkly circled
A sadder light than waning full moon

The red blood walls of firmament
No sun above no earth below
A universe of fiendish grace
Our father rode again his ride

In this modern world we live
Where science has taken over
The ancient art of magic
Is still alive and well, with fervor

In the depths of secret circles
And hidden covens in the night
Our ritualistic magic thrives
With candles, incense, and old rites

We call upon the elements
The earth, air, fire and water
To connect to the universe
And harness its power to barter

We honor the Gods, the Goddess
And spirits from beyond the veil
Seeking guidance, knowledge, and strength
As we work our spells, without fail

With each incantation and offering
We manifest our will into reality
Our intentions set, with focus and energy
We witness the sacred alchemy

We dance under the moonlit skies
Chanting to raise the power high
Our sacred circle casting a spell
For protection, healing and to excel

With each passing generation
Our magic has evolved and grown
From the ancient times to this age
Our craft still stands on its throne

So let us embrace the ritualistic magic
It's a part of us, woven in our very DNA
For it's a reminder of our connection
To nature, the universe, and the astral plane