Apocalypse is right
Black rips of broken night
Killers gather deep below
I roped him for reading his book, yeah

Black [bad word] disciples hear our song
Ready hate, your child is gone again

Priestess of black magic
I want you covered in necromantic
She rages off the knife, so you know
Our chalice, now overfilled

Black [bad word] disciples hear our song
Ready hate, your child is gone again
Black [bad word] disciples hear our song
Ready hate, your child is gone again