Ours is the blood, cast from the light Ours is the path of tortuous strife Ours is the sire of evil profound Ours is the night Ours is the curse, malevolence spawned Ours the desire to seek the beyond Ours is the will to push ever on Ours is the black Black Blood Ours the heart of opulent hell Ours is the toll of the funeral bell Ours is the choir of pleasure and pain Ours is the kill Ours the vision of glory decayed Ours is the price of decadence paid Ours is the hand that stills not the blade Ours is the black