Black Sunday (The Coffinshakers)

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