Samael

He is life, He is death
He is virtue, He is vire

He is the flame of reason
He is the verbe of our thoughts

He is the justice of our trials
He is the gallows of the infidels

He is the fire of vengeance
He is the blade of revenge

He is the executioner's axe
He is the hangman's rope

He is the fall of the kingdom of ignorance
He is the end of the reign of intolerance

He is the torch of our hope
He is the reason of our existence


3. Knowledge Of The Ancient Kingdom

The golden age of the sorcery has passed
The necromancers' cloud of darkness
Hangs over the ancient kingdom
Only some cursed book can allow you
To find your lost powers again
And to join with the powerful force of death
So install you inside the magic circle and implore

Belf, son of Belf,
Who's got brass feet, iron heel
Belf, son of Belf,
Give me the power to kill at distance

Accept all orders orders of your superiors
Obey them fool
Raise all their vows and then realize yours
Then you will be invulnerable
Ignorant souls
Realize your morbid wishes

Belf, son of Belf,
Who's got brass feet, iron heel
Belf, son of Belf,

Give me the power to kill at distance

Your brain's on fire
Fulfill a crime you must
Hecat watches over the accomplishment of the crime
Trust him 'cause no law
Can transgress ten thousand years
Of knowledge kept by the sorcerers

Belf, son of Belf,
Who's got brass feet, iron heel
Belf, son of Belf,
Give me the power to kill at distance