Apocalypse is right   Black rips of broken night   Killers gather deep below   I roped him for reading his book, yeah      Black Hell disciples hear our song   Ready hate, your child is gone again      Priestess of black magic   I want you covered in necromantic   She rages off the knife, so you know   Our chalice, now overfilled      Black Hell disciples hear our song   Ready hate, your child is gone again   Black Hell disciples hear our song   Ready hate, your child is gone again