While wandering the heathen planes of Thule
A wind of the free, began moaning to me
Mournful whistle, an anthem forlorn
Ancient, hateful and mighty
So intense the spreader preached
That the insight became an answer [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/blodsrit/ridding_a_pest.html ]
Win the battle of becoming
Be the ominous
In ridding a pest
Be the Belial
The grace of the raging is mine
And all the arts of being my master
Conspire all archaic evil
Dominate the dreadful souls
In ridding a pest
Be the Belial
And hem in the grandeur of yours
All heresies and heinous acts of the pagans