Black Souls

(Sir Forgiven/Bard)

We're the greatest kings of the smallest realms (We're the black souls)
We're the poorest ones captured in the universe
Phantoms and shadows are our friends (We're the black souls)
We say we're legions but we're lost in loneliness

If we are weak, we fight by hate
We crush our enemies with pleasure, so it's right
Blindly we follow signs of fate
We worship Death cause we're the children of the night

There is the One who came
To call the lost
To heal the sick
There is the White who came
To lead the blind
To rise the weak

He is Christ
Christ of the Black
Christ of the Black

We live in fear of the rage of gods
No grace, no mercy - it's the reward for servants
We waste our time in pointless rites
Symbols of Death we wear are worthless talismans

There is the One who came
To save the black
To heal the sick
There is the White who came
To break the chains
To rise the weak

We need Christ
Christ of the Black
Christ of the Black