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