These days there are angry ghosts all around us, I see wars, sickness, starvation and nobody cares... So you say you are under a curse? I say it's the damned whole world! And the demon inside of us called hate. It grows every second, every breath and now I know, that so often it sows death. An endless circle shows our weakness, it hurts so deep inside, but I am helpless. A doomed ground under my feet, painful screams in my ears, the sky weeps poison. We, walking on the last stairs. The god of hate and rage will never find his peace,his curse lives again and again, as a disease.. of our stupid minds.