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Belial Rising

The last seraphim, fallen

Tomb of darkness, now ruptured

From the willows that enshroud

A shrine of evil has opened

In tongues of chaos

I will invoke the unspoken wisdom

Take form, anomalies

My vengeful heart unappeased

My ancient curse – Will hex you, corrupt you

No mercy – Disintegrate you, desecrate you

No affinity with thrones of heaven

Stormy clouds drift menacingly

Hanging oppressively from blackened skies

Poisoned rain fell like spears

In rites of clandestine blaze

I will crush the holy order

Channeling our fiery hate

My prideful master, on the throne

A causal flames will rise

In this dead of night

Consuming endlessly

Of those with the light