Warden Of Hell

Like every day, when sky accusesa

black sheet of night

Lost souls are slowly wandering the path

To the gates of hell

Warden of gates

An impressive growth demon Belzebub sits on his throne

Waits for recreants

The great speaker, who seduces with kindness and nice word

With grace and beauty

His heart burns with bloody hate to god

And the army of mercy

When souls are coming to his hellish throne every weak argument

Will make stronger