Azathis a land which lays completely in an ashen waste land. Men wearing black robes traverse the streets shouldering scythes that carry with them skulls of those who spoke against the dark one. Many corpses are layed out in the open as a sign of what happens when you fail the dark ones.

In a land where chaos is born to only one we pray
A man of cunning words and twisting of shadows is our shepard
In the name of Baalcifer we fight
We will bring this pathetic globe to its knees
Only then will the warping chaos reign supreme
There is no Balance
There is no Light
There is the Chaos