Sons of Belial - Lord Belial

Black circles move randomly

Cosmic void of endless darkness

Aeon is near, yet far away

Cold death and vivid nothingness

Stranger aeons and death did die

Ill-natured beasts of time haunts

Uncertain moment of death

Unveiled is the fear of dying

Sons of Belial chants in tongues of the ancient

The symbol within the circles takes form

Black edition of the seal sacred to the wicked

North is hailed and so is the earth and all filth

Touch the black seal of Belial

Feel the dark enlightment

Immense wickedness gather

Light of christ is no longer bright

Rise!

Black circles move randomly

Cosmic void of endless darkness

Aeon is near, yet far away

Cold death and vivid nothingness

Stranger aeons and death did die

Ill-natured beasts of time haunts

Uncertain moment of death

Unveiled is the fear of dying

Rise!