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 Hell   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 it coming 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 Hell   By midnight I was reborn to the sound of the knell      On that Black Sunday      Centuries later, a cold and dark November night   No light comes 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 it coming 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