Obsidian Gate - Becoming Iblis

Djinn of the desert
One with dust and glowing sun
A cursed phantasm lurking
A serpent's rattle from beyond the sands
Iblis, guard of the gate
Warden of paradise
A flame of purest will
Disobedience wcame with his name
And the time was nigh
When god crafted Adam
The angels submitted without own will
And the desert trembled
When Iblis defied:
"I am superior, I am of fire, not of clay like him!"

This, the fall of the Iblis
Hidden in flame until judgement day
Shaytan incarnate
Hidden in flame, foul whisperer

Djinn of the desert, devil of the sands
His spirit infests the minds with spite
And the hearts will crave for blood

Whisperer, who burneth the houses of the faithful
Your curse is made of flame
Whisperer, who turned earth into abattoir
Your curse is made of flame

And smoke rose from every house
And red rivers flew countless
Envy and wrath possessed the hearts
Of those who followed Adam
Until the day of judgement
Damned to slaughter, piles of dead,
Mountains of skulls

Becoming Iblis
The curse of man

Whisperer, who is everlasting disobedience
The gods despise your being

Shadow of the shadows
Particle of the genius
Scorpions tail and snakes venom
Grim voice within our shells
Reborn, never dying
The wind is your voice
Silence never! For this is the voice of the path we walk

Djinn of the desert
One with dust and glowing sun
A cursed phantasm lurking
A serpent's rattle from beyond the sands

Becoming Iblis
The curse of man