While wandering the heathen planes of Thule
A wind of the free, began moaning to me
Mournful whistle, an anthem forlorn
Ancient, hateful and mighty
So intense the spreader preached
That the insight became an answer
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Win the battle of becoming
Be the ominous
In ridding a pest
Be the Belial

The grace of the raging is mine
And all the arts of being my master
Conspire all archaic evil
Dominate the dreadful souls
In ridding a pest
Be the Belial

And hem in the grandeur of yours
All heresies and heinous acts of the pagans