Lord Of Dung

 

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

Thrumming, humming, blackening skies

Rejoice! Rejoice! The Lord of Flies

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

A fixer for fear, with wrath he'll smite

Torturing lost souls, for pleasure and spite

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

King of chaos, rouser of, the direst, doubt

Pestilence enabler, purveyor of drought

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

He'll raise Hell's fires, for the world to warm

Plague with locusts, for him, they'll swarm

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

Scribed from minds, but naught was said

If you've met him, you're mad, or dead

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

Writhing corpses, through wringers wrung

He'll feed the maggots, the Lord of Dung

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

Jezebel and Ahab, spawned, Ahaziah

He died for the word, of a false messiah

Baal-Zebub

Baalzebub

Beelzebub