Through the smokey, lifeless air,
A quintet of figures stood dark.
Ominous with their suits and canes,
The Gentlemen in Black.
One, the leader, raised his cane,
While the others followed.
Recited then, in perfect synch,
The Gentlemen in Black.
No one quite knows what they are,
Their pale faces lifeless.
No remorse for what they do,
The Gentlemen in Black.
As they crossed the blackened plains,
A gleam shone in their eyes.
A wicked smile 'cross their face,
The Gentlemen in Black.
They knew their task, performed it well,
To take the lives of mortals.
Slaughter, harvest en masse, forget,
The Gentlemen in Black.
Their eyes are the last sight you see,
With your final heartbeat.
The crimson glee that fills their soul,
The Gentlemen in Black.
On fear they feed, your screams they gnaw,
To them a feast for kings.
They will kill so they can feed,
The Gentlemen in Black.
Oblivion is their mortal bond,
There they send their victims.
Snuffing out your eye of minds,
The Gentlemen in Black.
