across the bay Just to be there in the mornin' With the sun comin through the trees Well you know there ain't no place I'd rather be Sunday Sunny Mill
I can't breath at all It hurts to think that a sound could heal my wounds feeling I've been betrayed Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts
Staring down on me No use of mercy with a Fistful of hate The light that once shined Has no long given way Embracing my end Becoming Black Sunday Fill
Stars are falling from the sky Me left alone to face the night This drive I'm sorting out my life Could it be so hard just to try You're faster at saying
nothing left to lose So I'm dancing in a coma While I'm downing holy cola I'm not happy acting this way Take me back Sunday take me back black Sunday
To sail away in darkness, is what we do Never cared what others said ? killing on a Sunday And when we laugh ? we laugh at you Other minds are black
and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy and my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching Black Sunday
the silent, empty places Its shining, in the shadows Its all right over here Its OK over here Up in my tree, where you can see crystal visions, on a Sunday
Translation: Black Box Recorder. Hated Sunday.
Translation: Black Label Society. Black Sunday.
Translation: The Black League. The Sunday Song (Aka The Everlasting - Pt. Iii).
Translation: The Black League. The Sunday Song.
Translation: Cathedral. Black Sunday.
Translation: Cold. Black Sunday.
Translation: Frisco Kid. Black Sunday.
Translation: The Higher. Black Sunday.
Translation: Jethro Tull. Black Sunday.