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The golden age of the sorcery has passed |
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The necromancers' cloud of darkness |
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Hangs over the ancient kingdom |
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Only some cursed book can allow you |
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To find your lost powers again |
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And to join with the powerful force of death |
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So install you inside the magic circle and implore |
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Belf, son of |
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Belf, Who's got brass feet, iron heel |
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Belf, son of |
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Belf, Give me the power to kill at distance |
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Accept all orders orders of your superiors |
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Obey them fool |
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Raise all their vows and then realize yours |
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Then you will be invulnerable |
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Ignorant souls |
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Realize your morbid wishes |
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Belf, son of |
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Belf, Who's got brass feet, iron heel |
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Belf, son of |
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Belf, Give me the power to kill at distance |
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Your brain's on fire |
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Fulfill a crime you must |
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Hecat watches over the accomplishment of the crime |
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Trust him 'cause no law |
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Can transgress ten thousand years |
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Of knowledge kept by the sorcerers |
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Belf, son of |
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Belf, Who's got brass feet, iron heel |
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Belf, son of |
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Belf, Give me the power to kill at distance |
