Black Mass

If you call my name

It's but one of many by which

I'm knownThe borneless one

There is no pain or anger that

I am notHell 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

Asan Un Nefer

Asan 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