If you call my name It's but one of many by which I'm known The borneless one There is no pain or anger that I am not Hell will come He will come Two nails in the palm of the hand Hell will come
I press the dagger to the center of my heart Of my heart I draw you close within the circle of my arms Of my arms
Asar Un-Nefer
This my spirit hell From me come all things black and bright In the name of the damned My infernal service is at hand Hell will come He will come Two nails in the palm of the hand Hell will come