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

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


turn the devil into a man
(he will come)