Lyrics:

The golden age of the sorcery has passed

The necromancers' cloud of darkness

Hangs over the ancient kingdom

Only some cursed book can allow you

To find your lost powers again

And to join with the powerful force of death

So install you inside the magic circle and implore



Belf, son of Belf,

Who's got brass feet, iron heel

Belf, son of Belf,

Give me the power to kill at distance



Accept all orders orders of your superiors

Obey them fool

Raise all their vows and then realize yours

Then you will be invulnerable

Ignorant souls

Realize your morbid wishes



Belf, son of Belf,

Who's got brass feet, iron heel

Belf, son of Belf,



Give me the power to kill at distance



Your brain's on fire

Fulfill a crime you must

Hecat watches over the accomplishment of the crime

Trust him 'cause no law

Can transgress ten thousand years

Of knowledge kept by the sorcerers



Belf, son of Belf,

Who's got brass feet, iron heel

Belf, son of Belf,

Give me the power to kill at distance