We call forth the lord of shades

The king of kings in Edom's land

He who is prince of the world of man

For Belial is guide to the soul of the chosen witchkin

I am the assertion you will not suppress

I will live despite plagues

As the vulture above the heavens, a cold black sun

I am the shadow of darkness, I see, eyeless

Beyond the black fracture

Listen to my chant of nothingness

Purify the spirit of the universe in my construction

I am the voice of voices, feel thе silence deep inside

Vibrating within thе spirit of a radiant dreamer's tide

In the ruins of your temples I carve my name

With no mercy or shame

Beneath the weight of hollow prayers

I rise silent and endless

Where your spirit dies

There, above the "Almighty"

I do not celebrate the pillars of flattery

But the honesty of a forgotten day

Infected reaction

In the darkness

He is the tarred light

And you will sing his blasphemy

And you saw him coming a thousand times

I will break the chains of the dead words you speak

A flame in the ashes, as Belial rules supreme

The heavens are burnt, blind to the force I possess

I am the assertion you cannot and will not suppress

The clock shatters, the heaven bows in shame

I am the truth that defies all your name

And you will sing my blasphemy

And you will see me coming a thousand times

In Nomine Belialis

Amen