This one'll be black, The death lies always in the sky, It reflect hatred in my eyes. Always in the moonlight shadow, Before the Daylight falls to rest, Into shadows, Soon I'll be on a black-night trip, I'll fly across the sky. It's not a lonely flight,

The trip into the black Life's dying fall Graveyard disciples march into the fields Existence through destruction The bodies beneath the wheels Born to pull the trigger Fuel to feed the hate Innocence is shattered The blood that cripples the hand of fate

Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if you're dead Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat