Paroles de Black Sunday

Torches gathered, fire lights the haze Pitchforks, stones and hammers coming to get you Listen to the sound, it's a march March of the death March of the death You can see the fire through the window Dark shadows are here, they came to get you Listen to the sound, it's the silence Silence of the death Silence of the death It's black Sunday, this is the end It's black Sunday, this is the end Black smoke now starts to rise in the sky Fear and pain are here, they came to get you Listen to the sound, it's the anger Anger of the death Anger of the death Feel the flames that burn your skin Death and agony are here, they came to get you Listen to the sound, it's the fire Fire of the death Fire of the death It's black Sunday, this is the end It's black Sunday, this is the end