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