My ruined ancient fortress
Demons walk around
A black spell fortify the witches
The unholy spell to bring death
Belial, your old sanctuary is here, where the pure will feel its dark power
Humans being torture, bloods smells on morning
Sacrifice, a corpse on pentagram
Humans being torture, bloods smells on morning,humans being torture
The blood on pentagram
Witches come to bring horror
Them just wanna feed me with rotten blood
My ruined ancient fortress
Demons walk around
A black spell fortify the witches
Come to the curse forest, demons walk around looking for human flesh
A frezzing wind is the herald of hypothermia
Belial, your own sanctuary in here, where the pure fire its dark power
Belial, your old sanctuary is here, where the pure will feel its dark power
