The golden age of the sorcery has passed
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The necromancers' cloud of darkness
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Hangs over the ancient kingdom
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Only some cursed book can allow you
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To find your lost powers again
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And to join with the powerful force of death
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So install you inside the magic circle and implore
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Belf, son of Belf,
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Who's got brass feet, iron heel
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Belf, son of Belf,
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Give me the power to kill at distance
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Accept all orders orders of your superiors
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Obey them fool
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Raise all their vows and then realize yours
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Then you will be invulnerable
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Ignorant souls
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Realize your morbid wishes
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Belf, son of Belf,
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Who's got brass feet, iron heel
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Belf, son of Belf,
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Give me the power to kill at distance
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Your brain's on fire
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Fulfill a crime you must
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Hecat watches over the accomplishment of the crime
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Trust him 'cause no law
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Can transgress ten thousand years
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Of knowledge kept by the sorcerers
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Belf, son of Belf,
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Who's got brass feet, iron heel
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Belf, son of Belf,
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Give me the power to kill at distance
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Knowledge Of The Ancient Kingdom
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| Samael |
