Belial letra

Intent divers in a sea of lies
Dead bodies entangled by algae
But the treasure chest is filled with depravity
True prentice of the lies' craft we are
Outrank the novice of deceit
We don't spare torment
We don't fear moral judgement

We are the snakes in a city of disgust
With sharp teeth we are spitting our poison
Belial is our father's name
Nursed by the breast of corruption
Little spiders spinning their web of lies
Catching the weak and poor as flies
Like moths to flame, it is like us to gain

We are the end
Sons of Belial
The diabolic Lord of Lies
We are the end
Sons of Belial
All humans raised in the depths of hell

And There Will Be Blood - Letras

• Belial
• Blackness
• Bloodimir
• Hell Is Open
• If Machete Had a Gun Like Gunnar...
• Last Breath
• Orphan
• Pages Of Misery
• Rotten
• The Three Beggars
• These Numbers Blur