To promise long and abundant reign The prophecies lie to the kings They all say your curse still sounds insane For dark is the truth it brings. The deeds and the thoughts all are bound to return To dust we are made of by gods Your pride is despised as through years you have leant So lonely in million’s crowds
Cursed for your pride, cursed and despised Return to dust As all we must
The streams of blood will show the face Of evil deeds and holy grace But you can’t find your place between With no great virtue, no great sin You chose your self the hardest way Through darkness of the universe Through all repeating life in real world To grief dreams like death sea’s foam
Words of the curse will hurt, torture your soul and mind You have no home at all, no chance for you to find
Cursed for your pride, cursed and despised Return to dust As all we must