Knowledge of the Ancient Kingdom - 1987

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 accomplishment of the crime Trust 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