Wings of disease, trapped in stone Stone carved from nightmares Pazuzu, primal egregore of man's suffering I call your name, and carve your image in my flesh Lord of plagues, river of the northern winds You stare at humanity through your glass cage Brought from assyria to the city of lights Your energy radiating from the louvre pyramid A pestilence set out to destroy human life In a world made of glass and concrete The flesh is so weak, so easy to corrupt Ripped by your infected fangs and claws Lord pazuzu, spread sickness in the heart of men Spread fear and terror in the soul of jehovah's chosen ones Feed me through your frozen wild eyes Now i can bring the sickness in the heart of men
