Black Sunday

I never was that friendly, I guess nobody would say

And even in death I loathed the light of the day

Ready to meet my Hell

It was midnight when my funeral was held

On that Black Sunday

No mourners were present, as if I really cared

And I guess I can see why they all were so scared

I was laid in the crypt and shunned

'Cause the earth couldn't bury all the sins that I'd done

On that Black Sunday

I can't see why they didn't see it coming anyway

As soon as the funeral was over I returned from the grave

Now people will always know and fear my name

And as long as there is life I will be out there to maim

I never was that friendly, quite the opposite most would say

And even before death I loathed the light of the day

Ready I submitted to my Hell

By midnight I was reborn to the sound of the knell

On that Black Sunday

Centuries later, a cold and dark November night

No light comes from the starless sky

The grave lies empty once again

Like it has done so many times since I don't know when

It's another Black Sunday

I can't see why they didn't see it coming anyway

Every night until the end of time I'll return from the grave

And people will always know and fear my name

Yeah, as long as there is life I will be out there to maim