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
YOU LOSE YOUR LIFE
THE DARKNESS WILL THRIVE ON
BLACK SUNDAY
ON THIS WICKED NIGHT
HER CURSE SHALL ARRIVE ON
BLACK SUNDAY