Apocalypse is right
Black rips of broken night
Killers gather deep below
I roped him for reading his book, yeah

Black hell disciples hear our song
Ready hate, your child is gone again

Priestess of black magic
I want you covered in necromantic
She rages off the knife, so you know
Our chalice, now overfilled

Black hell disciples hear our song
Ready hate, your child is gone again
Black hell disciples hear our song
Ready hate, your child is gone again