Lost Souls

Sweet torrents of Death Oh engulfing ruin Every fall is a soul ...for Belial In sinless guilt rushing Blasts of yokeless glory To and fro - Red ascension Collecting souls ...for Belial ...for Belial And as our voice uncovers Another soul to the stream Another soul devoured ...for Belial Oh Lawless Angel we approach thee In the form of proudest shame We thy children - Here assembled Now thy promised blessing claim ...promised blessing claim Lord of Arrogance - Lord of Pride Fling thy unrestrained nets thrice And let The Rivers of the under world Swiftly to the surface rise Oh Spirit of Darkness we invoke thee In the name of all things depraved We thy servants - here forgathered Now thy promised blessing claim ...promised blessing claim Sweet torrents of Death Oh engulfing ruin Every fall is a soul ...for Belial ...for Belial ...for Belial Angels of sweed Ever rising decline Every slip is a soul ...for Belial ...for Belial ...for Belial In sinless guilt rushing Blasts of yokeless glory To and fro - Red ascension Collecting souls ...for Belial ...for Belial And as our voice uncovers Another soul to the stream Another soul devoured ...for Belial