Lord Paymon

Conspiration for the War

Lord Paymon


When the apocalypse trumpets sound 
And all the candles kindle by themselves 
Our king and lord Belial come 
Take us to gather to Lucifer 
To make a great war 

Strengthning us with sin, the hate 
The rage, selfishness, hate and pain 
We prepare a great war 
beheading and killing all 
Christian angels and marking them with 
Blood and hate

Invoking Satan's strength 
The wisdom of lucifer 
Belzebub's hate 
We'll manage to destroy our enemies 
Through lust and rancor 

Offering Asmodeus, Lord of Wars 
Our noble victory over those 
Who call themselves stronger 
But are nothing but frail and 
Dishonored who'll inherit the judgement