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

Lead: Fredrik

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

Lead: Thomas

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!