Primordial Incantation - Lord Belial

Summon the northern sphere to embrace it’s wisdom

Bring forth the sole scroll of ethereal black enchantments

Emblazon the scriptures and it’s devilish incantations

Behold the scorching supremacy in the wake of the infernal names

Ring the bell, turn to the north

Drink the blood;

take heed on the voice of the chant

Ring the bell, turn to the south

Drink the blood;

take heed on the voice of the present

Summon the southern sphere to embrace it’s wisdom

Immense emotional horizon shiver, engrave the signs in thy flesh

Devour thine fear;

embrace the power of demonic incantation

Dusk shall rise from the north;

the abyss shall be the heavens

Summon the eastern sphere to embrace it’s wisdom

The seed of sinister dimensional abhorrence arises

The rites of passage;

an overture of satanic disharmony

Deliverance lies near as from a flick of a razor blade

Ring the bell, turn to the east

Drink the blood;

take heed on the voice of the future

Ring the bell, turn to the west

Drink thine blood;

take heed on the voice of the past

Summon the western sphere to embrace it’s wisdom

Fall deeper into the abyss move towards the dark light

One final sacrifice, bloodletting thyself into dim visions

Enslave thyself to the chains of death