Black Sunday (La Maschera del Demonio)

Wicked shadows

Lurking trough the hearts of men

Burning pyres

Holy flame to purge the land

Lost in lust for Satan, fury from the sky

Avoid her witching gaze

Don't look into her eyes

Tried and marked

Hooded men complete the task

Condemnation

Forced by nails to wear the mask

In death you cursed your blood,

screaming as you die

Her beauty is your doom

Don't look into her eyes

YOU LOSE YOUR LIFE

THE DARKNESS WILL THRIVE ON

BLACK SUNDAY

ON THIS WICKED NIGHT

HER CURSE SHALL ARRIVE ON

BLACK SUNDAY

Crypt of darkness

Entombed alive in holy ground

Evil's waiting

A nightmare waiting to be found

Returning from the dead to haunt you in the night

She rises from the grave

Don't look into her eyes

YOU LOSE YOUR LIFE

THE DARKNESS WILL THRIVE ON

BLACK SUNDAY

ON THIS WICKED NIGHT

HER CURSE SHALL ARRIVE ON

BLACK SUNDAY

Tied and marked

Hooded men complete the task

Condemnation

Forced by nails to wear the mask

Returning from the dead, she haunted you in the night

You did not heed my warning

You looked into her eyes

YOU LOSE YOUR LIFE

THE DARKNESS WILL THRIVE ON

BLACK SUNDAY

ON THIS WICKED NIGHT

HER CURSE SHALL ARRIVE ON

BLACK SUNDAY