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 [bad word] of the crime
 [bad word] 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