Lord Belial

Hear the call for war; let the trumpets of doom sound
Choose your weapon, march towards the battleground
Majestic hordes of boundless fury
Striving for survival and prosperity
Walking tall with pride and weapon in hand
Among the enemy bodies on the ground
Sound the trumpets of doom
Never fall, never surrender
No compassion shall be given
Nor shall any sympathy be displayed
Hold the heart of those succumbed by might
Wreak havoc within the soul and mind of the enemies