He came from the blackness, keeper of the gates of hell
Corruption consumes an angel of hostility
All his dominions are lost in darkness
A fallen angel, cursed with serpent eyes
Upon a chariot, built from burning flesh
At the time of the anti-christ
Belial shall rise, rise from blight
An army of the dead will walk the shadows of life and death
And lurk in the darkness
As death floods the land, swim through the blood if you must
As death floods the land, swim through the blood
As death floods the land, as death floods thе land
Consumed in an eternal tidе of blood
Consumed in an eternal tide of blood
Oh
In a tide of blood
As his infernal legions grow
Unseen demons of impurity, cursed with serpent eyes
As his infernal legions grow
And now, your bones will be his trophy... Of victory
And now, your bones will be a trophy... Of victory