masks of black

Masks of black are everywhere
They change their color
But it's static clear
Black is when the devil appears
It chants for lust and for fear

Seeing through the masks of black
I see good people on their backs
Chained in rust of blood and mud
Hoping for opportunity to fight back
But the price of black is just too great
When you have switched on black
There's no turning red
 The so called heaven is no place for them
For ambition is a price which can never be enough paid

So the masks of black keep turning black
And curses of screams becomes a dragging bag
With each curse two graves are dug
And the masks of black keep turning black.