Lord Belial - The Great Void

From the depths it is rising
A force more wicked than all mortal sins
It spreads its wings and takes to the sky
On the weak it preys to tear their souls apart
Darkness prevails, as all light slowly fades
From the depths it is rising
It spreads its wings and takes to the sky

Aeons of void, a great state of nothingness
No hope, no light

The rise of darkness it comes with might
A foreboding omen as once told in the stars
In the shadows it creeps and it crawls
The rise of darkness, it consumes all
All of life it obliterates and dooms
No more hope, no more light
As darkness reigns from below

Aeons of void, a great state of nothingness
No hope, no light
No hope, no light

From the depths it is rising
A force more wicked than all mortal sins
It spreads its wings and takes to the sky
On the weak it prey to tear their souls apart
Darkness prevails, as all light slowly fades
From the depths it is rising
It spreads its wings and takes to the sky

In the ashes of light, no new life is born

The world is cast into a deep abysmal night
In the end, all faint light must die
To end all hope and let darkness cover the skies
For with every night, there is less hope for a dawn