Torches are gathered, the fire lights the hate
Pitchforks, stones and hammers are coming to get you
Listen to that sound, it's a march
The march of the death
The march of the death
You can see the fire through the window
Dark shadows are here, they came to get you
Listen to that sound, it's the silence
The silence of the death
The 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 that sound, it's the anger
The anger of the death
The anger of the death
Feel the flames that burn your skin
Death and agony are here, They came to get you
Listen to that sound, it's the fire
The fire of the death
The fire of the death
It's Black Sunday, this is the end
It's Black Sunday, this is the end