The Black God
The god that speaks little, with no real sound
The god that claims no real ground
He will bring you here, whether you've been tortured, killed or drowned
Collecting souls by the pound
He will bring you to peace
Your soul will be released
To a haven where trouble will cease
Cloaked in black, cloaked in shadow
You will no longer need to yield to your foe
Knowledge you will no longer need to know
With him there shall be no woe
He will bring you to peace
Your soul will be released
To a haven where trouble will cease
This god you will meet upon your last breath
For he is the Black God, the god of death.