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Words from the father, he told me "Son
You're the wretched, you're the vile"
From the beginning I held the curse
Black-hearted guided to the wild
Wanted but I'm finished running
'Cause I know well that pale horse is coming
I will depart the earth in smoke, ashes and flames
But return with a vengeance, remember my name
Put to death with no regrets of the sins I made
Burning on Black Sunday
A wake of carnage left in my dust
I know I'm in for nasty weather
Even time gets weary to the immortal
Who really wants to live forever?
Wanted but I'm finished running
'Cause I know well that pale horse is coming
I will depart the earth in smoke, ashes and flames
But return with a vengeance, remember my name
Put to death with no regrets of the sins I made
Burning on Black Sunday
I will depart the earth in smoke, ashes and flames
But return with a vengeance, remember my name
Put to death with no regrets of the sins I made
Burning on Black Sunday
Burning on Black Sunday
Burning on Black Sunday
Burning on Black Sunday
Burning on Black Sunday
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