Black November

Sit tight on your fucking disease you got, nothing left possess.
Blood dripping for the horrors of
feast, you better start digging your hole.
Satanic ritual, obey the circle, burning black on the cross.
So fuck you,
with your fucking believes, I'm gonna dig it out of your grave.

This is our Black November!
This is our Black November!

Cold liar, fake messiah,
sucking out all the life.
Beast fire, eat the liar,
masquerading the flesh.
No hope for the burned and the cockroach, burning black on the cross.
So fuck you, with your fucking believes, I'm gonna,
dig it out of your grave.
Black November!
This is our Black November!
This is our Black November!