Keep knocking on the Devil's door
He might just get it.
You seek knowledge of the netherworld
You should forget it.

The serpent crawls inside of your head
Tormenting you
Ripping your soul to shreds.

Beg God for a better deal
You might not get it.
Be careful what you wish for
You might just get it.

A burning darkside you can't deny
Blackens you heart
Feeding the beast inside

I am the heartless soulless bornless
I am the lifeless godless one
I am the sickness dying masses
I am evil made in hell

Now why has God forsaken you
You just don't get
Theres no prayer for your soul
I might just get it
I come from nowhere
I am no one
Nocturnal beast
I am the devils son

I am the heartless soulless bornless
I am the lifeless godless one
I am the sickness dying masses
I am evil made in hell

Your hell i'll choose, where and when
Your soul you'll lose, in the end.