Once a cherub and the leader of angels in the seventh circle
Created in abyss from smokeless fire in the beyond
As son of fire he refused to kneel before son of the earth, Adam
For doing this he was cast out of heaven into the depths

Rider mounting a snake
Son of fire
Leader of fallen angels
With many faces

The last ceremony of Reconciliation day after purification
In a temple high priest sheds goat's blood for Azazel
He spawned giants by sleeping with daughters of men
And they were drowned in deluge that covered the earth

He taught men to make weapons
Battle swords and shields
He taught women to beautify their eyes
And to dress seductively

Rider mounting a snake
Son of fire
Leader of fallen angels
With many faces

Make a magic seal of pure gold
Invoke him from the West and make an offering
Wearing a crown adorned with precious jewels
He will appear accompanied by two Kings

Paimon
The Ninth Spirit of Goetia
Paimon
A servant of the Lucifer

A host of spirits marches before him
With trumpets and well sounding cymbals
He can reveal the mysteries of the earth
He can teach what human mind is

Paimon
The Ninth Spirit of Goetia
Paimon
A servant of the Lucifer

Between the sphere of throne choirs and sphere of angel choirs
In clouds of reverie and windy, mad existence

From all of pains and suffers made from fear in abyss of damned
The magic Seal of Formeus, weaved in merciless time

He keeps it with him
Gives a power and sentences
Guards his own madness
Yields a wild blisses

The great marquess of hell, he learns a fine arts
He can render man for being a master of rhetoric

The legions of ghosts from dark abysses
Are still ready for his orders
Are making him adored by his enemies
Formeus, gazed in his Seal

A mighty nostrils can feel the blood as a fresh breeze
A black eyes can easy penetrate the darkness of night

Master from land of tears
Member of hellish board
Demon of holy fire
Ruthless, hard-boiled warrior

Sharp tusks are biting a meat of burned, victims
Curved horns are sticking up grandly on bull's head

The time of revenge is coming
A time of bloody war

Master from land of tears
Member of hellish board
Demon of holy fire
Ruthless, hard-boiled warrior

Huge arms are ready to break a angel's bones
Iron fist crushes a heart, ripped out from cherubim's breast

Lilith's first-born son
Samael was his father
Born in flames

With a crown on human head
He mounts his dragon
Spitting fire

Three mighty heads
Of a bull, sheep and man
Holding in his hands
Infernal banner and spear

72 Legions
Furious ghosts of hell
Under his command

72 Legions
Demons of devastation
Ready to obey

A lover of vain amusement
Music, dance and art

An expert in arithmetic and astrology
Knows the place of hidden treasures

Three mighty heads
Of a bull, sheep and man
Holding in his hands
Infernal banner and spear

Centuries ago, after every wedding he was killing successive husbands of Sarah
He banished king Salomon from kingdoms ascending his throne

In Times, when Sun was a young son of galaxy
White haired angel from second circle of virtues choir
He was obtained by missions and knowledge about future events
And was teaching a magic, knowledge and wisdom from around the world

For that he was exiled and cursed
For that he is lost and forgotten

Imprisoned by Salomon in huge brass pot
Put to the bottom of deep lake with wiliness set himself free
As a prince of hells he orders a thirty one legions of ghosts
He is straight under the Lucifer's dominion

He stands on his fist and holds a great goshawk
Who, as a scout, can see everything
Can order a deserters on a battlefield
Whose attack shatters the enemies

He destroys a nowadays, spiritual dignities
Orders a destructive earthquakes
AGARES - Demon of Destruction!!!

Guide of dead souls and magic
Moving into other worlds
Separates the soul from flesh
Leading for a sleepy celebration

Guide of astral Sabbath
Initiator of dark rituals

Master of nocturnal ceremonies
And a mentor for his disciples

He leads a magus into dimensions
Passing a spiritual transformation
Reborn in the real world
After the return from astral time

Like every day, when sky accusesa
black sheet of night
Lost souls are slowly wandering the path
To the gates of hell

Warden of gates

An impressive growth demon Belzebub sits on his throne
Waits for recreants
The great speaker, who seduces with kindness and nice word
With grace and beauty
His heart burns with bloody hate to god
And the army of mercy
When souls are coming to his hellish throne every weak argument
Will make stronger