Assertion

We call forth the lord of shades The king of kings in Edom's land He who is prince of the world of man For Belial is guide to the soul of the chosen witchkin I am the assertion you will not suppress I will live despite plagues As the vulture above the heavens, a cold black sun I am the shadow of darkness I see, eyeless, beyond the black fracture Listen to my chant of nothingness Purify the spirit of the universe in my construction I am the voice of voices, feel the silence deep inside Vibrating within the spirit of a radiant dreamer's tide In the ruins of your temple I carve my name with no mercy or shame Beneath the weight of hollow prayers I rise silent and endless, where your spirit dies There, above the Almighty I do not celebrate the pillars of flattery But the honesty of a forgotten day Infected reaction in the darkness He is the tarred light And you will sing his blasphemy And you saw him coming a thousand times I'll break the chain of the dead words you speak A flame in ashes, as Belial rules supreme The heavens are burnt, blind to the force I possess I am the assertion you cannot and will not suppress The clock shatters, the heaven bows in shame I am the truth that defies all your names And you will sing my blasphemy And you'll see me coming a thousand times In nomine Belialis Amen