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