B/Battlerage/Black Sunday (La Maschera del Demonio)
Wicked shadows Lurking trough the hearts of men Burning pyres Holy flame to purge the land
Lost in lust for Satan, fury from the sky Avoid her witching gaze Don't look into her eyes
Tried and marked Hooded men complete the task Condemnation Forced by nails to wear the mask
In death you cursed your blood, screaming as you die Her beauty is your doom Don't look into her eyes
YOU LOSE YOUR LIFE THE DARKNESS WILL THRIVE ON BLACK SUNDAY ON THIS WICKED NIGHT HER CURSE SHALL ARRIVE ON BLACK SUNDAY
Crypt of darkness Entombed alive in holy ground Evil's waiting A nightmare waiting to be found
Returning from the dead to haunt you in the night She rises from the grave Don't look into her eyes
YOU LOSE YOUR LIFE THE DARKNESS WILL THRIVE ON BLACK SUNDAY ON THIS WICKED NIGHT HER CURSE SHALL ARRIVE ON BLACK SUNDAY
Tied and marked Hooded men complete the task Condemnation Forced by nails to wear the mask
Returning from the dead, she haunted you in the night You did not heed my warning You looked into her eyes
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