By King Balak (IG: intothemouthofmadness)
Wickedness
Deceitfulness
Shamefulness
Under the sons of darkness
Where most end up
The outcasts left rotten
The stare of unwitful disrespect
The exile amongst the distant ruins
A place of such neglect & worthlessness is yours truly
The king of empty waste; a devastation on my knees
Belial; the father of bastards; I call upon thee
Show us your legions flag; & paint our sigils black
In blood we remain faithful to the wickedness
Of your domain & keeps of the further outcasted
In legion; we stand many against our foes
But each spirit has its strengths & weaknesses
When one is shunned; we look to your first light
In this place of misery & death; we seek your idols
In this sacred palace below the lights; we chant your prior downfall! Satan as his lights glow! Only the trustful few hears your soft angelic voice amongst such chaos
Oh belial; the king of the sons of darkness!
Many crave your energy, appearance, & attention!
In these words marked with your powerful aura!
We call you in now the sons of belial; without worth!
We are the ones that will never rise amongst the accepted
We doomed from the start; taken down this bloody path!
One of the many kings of earth & our primordial needs
The primal spirit of lust & seduction; we seek you!
Under this blood moon; we call for evermore.. your unholy grace.. for we are all unworthy.. for we are all sacks of petty flesh before the eyes of true angels..
we are yours... towards northern stars we wait..
Lirach tasa vefa welhc Belial
Deceitfulness
Shamefulness
Under the sons of darkness
Where most end up
The outcasts left rotten
The stare of unwitful disrespect
The exile amongst the distant ruins
A place of such neglect & worthlessness is yours truly
The king of empty waste; a devastation on my knees
Belial; the father of bastards; I call upon thee
Show us your legions flag; & paint our sigils black
In blood we remain faithful to the wickedness
Of your domain & keeps of the further outcasted
In legion; we stand many against our foes
But each spirit has its strengths & weaknesses
When one is shunned; we look to your first light
In this place of misery & death; we seek your idols
In this sacred palace below the lights; we chant your prior downfall! Satan as his lights glow! Only the trustful few hears your soft angelic voice amongst such chaos
Oh belial; the king of the sons of darkness!
Many crave your energy, appearance, & attention!
In these words marked with your powerful aura!
We call you in now the sons of belial; without worth!
We are the ones that will never rise amongst the accepted
We doomed from the start; taken down this bloody path!
One of the many kings of earth & our primordial needs
The primal spirit of lust & seduction; we seek you!
Under this blood moon; we call for evermore.. your unholy grace.. for we are all unworthy.. for we are all sacks of petty flesh before the eyes of true angels..
we are yours... towards northern stars we wait..
Lirach tasa vefa welhc Belial