Triumph In Black کے بول

As the wrath of gods Suppress the mighty they seek The illusions in their mind Imprison the worn and the weak Cold and confused You'll never see The light in the dark is weak! Fuel - the fires of hatred Face - the time has come A plague in the heart of the enemy It resides, consumes their pulse and destroys their lives Forged from insanity Feed from the energy As the wrath of time Suppress the mighty they seek The illusions in their mind Imprison the worn and the weak Triumph in black Triumph in black Triumph in black Only living to attain your death Course of track The only hope for you is suicide Triumph in black Triumph in black Triumph in black