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.