Triumph in Black - Monstrosity

As the wrath of gods

Suppress the mighty they seek

The illusions in their mind

Imprison the worn and the weak

Cold and confused

You’ll never see

The light in the dark is weak!

Fuel — the fires of hatred

Face — the time has come

A plague in the heart of the enemy

It resides, consumes their pulse and destroys their lives

Forged from insanity

Feed from the energy

As the wrath of time

Suppress the mighty they seek

The illusions in their mind

Imprison the worn and the weak

Triumph in black

Triumph in black

Triumph in black

Only living to attain your death

Course of track

The only hope for you is suicide

Triumph in black

Triumph in black

Triumph in black