Belazeth, Belazor, Belzebub. We march ahead, in the trodden snow. In the ice below. Today, tommorow and the next. It is all we will ever know.

Today and the next, there is a fly on the wall. The house in the snow standing tall. Another tall thing was that man. That man had a name that would make birds sing. That is Pir Bub. Beelzebul. He is true with song. Just and tall. That man went a way. We went another. That man is still with us. With us all.

Hail Beelzebub!!!!!!!!!!!!