Torches are gathered, the fire lights the hate Pitchforks, stones and hammers are coming to get you Listen to that sound, it's a march The march of the death The march of the death You can see the fire through the window Dark shadows are here, they came to get you Listen to that sound, it's the silence The silence of the death The silence of the death It's Black Sunday, this is the end It's Black Sunday, this is the end Black smoke now starts to rise in the sky Fear and pain are here, they came to get you Listen to that sound, it's the anger The anger of the death The anger of the death Feel the flames that burn your skin Death and agony are here, They came to get you Listen to that sound, it's the fire The fire of the death The fire of the death It's Black Sunday, this is the end It's Black Sunday, this is the end