Asphyx - Evocation

Deep in your mind in subconscious voice
Eager to call, he who's guarding the gates
Feast of evoking, he who comes from the depth
Circle of Seance, in a trance of decay
Mass for abyss, so it will be done
Die! Only a soul, is worth his affection
Giving your life, his only need
And at the gate the Master is waiting
Come, kneel and beg for his grace
One out of all has the priviledge of approval
The rest remains dwelling through
the crypts of knowledge
Fighting the powers of forgiveness, remain
an evil black soul