Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) In the night time, keep me out of sight, it's the poltergeist When I'm ghost, I'mma cut the line, now you outta mind This is the wrath of Aquarius I am the black metal terrorist, ain't no comparison Humanitarian,

Come together, together as one Come together for Lucifer's son Black candles burn, all minds aligned Come together (come together), together as one To the sound of the monstrance clock Air is cleansed, assembled flock Come together (come together) for

From the pinnacle It is a long way down You are cast out from the heavens to the ground Blackened feathers falling down You will wear your independence like a crown You have the power You wear the crown You wield the scepter

I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one Trying to find the courage to talk to one I asked her for a dance Not a second glance My night had just begun Well I drink to the father and the holy ghost I'm kneeling at the alter of my nightly post So I'll

Come together for Lucifer's son Come together, together as a one Black candles burn, all minds aligned Come together (come together), together as one To the sound of the monstrance clock Air is cleansed, assembled flock Come together (come together) for

Zombie Queen Black light guides you Ghuleh Ghuleh From the darkness Rise a succubus Putrefaction A scent that cursed be Under cold dark dust From the earthen rust

I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one Trying to find the courage to talk to one I asked her for a dance Not a second glance My night had just begun Well I drink to the father and the holy ghost I'm kneeling at the alter of my nightly post So I'll

So tell me dear (tell me dear), can your heart still break If it's already stopped beating? She doesn't know, she doesn't know the kiss of death. Black is black and love is, love is death. Black cats, Black hearts, the wicked never rest. I curse the day

Necromancer Death's his guiding lights Stealing afterlife Feeding from the host Black unholy ghost Born out of hell from the depths of Gomorrah Purging new graves and defiling the souls He satiates with such vile and dark horror Omens of dread on this

A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit poetry man Leaving his poem, disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own