Sons of Beelzebub

Call forth the war Call forth a cunning shroud of aptitude Bring down the damnation Extinguishing the virtuous spender Thy father of darkness, brightness Let me call forth the dawn of a new era Bringing down satire upon the blaspheme Draining their wretched sublimeness Build thy father’s tower of the begetter, in submissive A shield that withstands the hostile ill-natured Thou shall remain unbreakable, Thou shall remain blistering For they cannot counter Thy spirit, thy last breath, thy essence shall not be swallowed by the fury and flames The scorcher of the skies, the quake of the earth Let the light you hold glide across the lands Hear me now and engorge my words, so life of all ether can concord Upon the heaven gates and upon the magnified perdition The principle forces that you wield binds are hands creating elasticity Bringing obedience upon enormous power Purify the bitterness upon lost souls To stand free, calling on a brighter invocation