It's sunday night and moon is full, I'm finding for my victim
Black wolves howl their damned song, awful smell over the land
When crosses flare up suddenly, church outlines fall under ground
Let all praise the prince of darkness, who from damnation he'll save them
Sunday's gone and now's the time to put off my heavy coat
And at 10 o'clocks I'll be in bed dreaming my black terrible dream
I thought you knew, it was only joke, it was small provocation
You are ridiculous, then better wake up and have real view
