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