Belial was made for the pit, angel of enmity In darkness is his domain, his counsel is to bring about wickedness and guilt All the spirits of his lot are angels of destruction, They walk in the laws of darkness; towards it goes their only Desire
On a chariot of hell fire With his glorious weapons He ride the sky like an asteroid/shooting star Announced by funeral trumpets
Now it's time to get him out of the well And to bring him back to life Must fulfill the witch hole With contender's rotted bones
At the beginning of Egyptian sorcerers At the secret part of the Documents of Damas Be ruled by the spirits of Belial and speaks of rebellion To transform yourself in a wizard necromancerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
