The Belicamp*The Words of Archangel Michael

It is his time

No one can stop him

The Belicamp-The Belicamp-The Belicamp

I smell death

And so it is, for this is your destiny

This sign is given

As it is for this land

So it is for this world

The pieces are placed together

For the prophecy to begin

The terrible time is upon us

Woe to the inhabitant of this land

Woe to those who live in this world

There is no escape

God the Father has made his play

God has chosen his way

Mankind has found his end

Only the Prophecy of the Magician can deliver the few

He comes by the light and the sky

And it is so saith the Lord

Call on the Father, Call on the Angels

Your cries fall on death ears

For this is the land of the dead

And it is so saith the Lord

For a great death comes from the sky

The Belicamp, the Belicamp, the Belicamp

Pray for the Lord and the Magician

For the Belicamp encircles them

The Father has sent the Belicamp to stop them

The Belicamp is the Demon of the Father

We walk along the river

I walk ahead and encounter the Belicamp

He stoops close to the ground and eats

New life has sprung from the ground

I am no more than twelve feet away

He eats next to the river and pays me no mind

I hear the Hourglass is almost empty