Ours is the blood, cast from the light Ours is the path of torturous strife Ours is the sire of evil profound Ours is the night Ours is the curse, malevolence spawned
Ours the desire to seek the beyond Ours is the will to push ever on Ours is the black Ours is the black
Black blood Black Black blood Black blood Black Black blood
Ours is the heart of opulent hell Ours is the toll of the funeral bell Ours is the choir of pleasure and pain Ours is the kill Ours the vision of glory decayed Ours is the price of decadence paid
Ours is the hand that stills not the blade Ours is the black