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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] By midnight I was reborn to the sound of the knell

On that Black Sunday

Centuries later, a cold and dark November night
No [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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