Reverse the Curse

In the tortures of the damned
Specters crowd the den
Hunting down the shadows
This was never the plan

Reverse the curse

This is the turning of the tides
This is a manageable vice
A new old habit
I’ve got nothing to hide

Reverse the curse

Beyond all pleasures and woes
Beyond this labour of love
We will find the world we wanted
And feel the current of life
Deep within our bones

On a bed of aging nails
Hot and cold by the turns
A fistic talk with godhood
Static through the veil

Reverse the curse

This is the meadow of the flies
Endless hum we praise
Pulling out our tongues
Secret language in disguise

Reverse the curse

Dragging vapours
Serve our thirst
Drink our demons
Reverse the curse

Beyond all pleasures and woes
Beyond this labour of love
We will find the world we wanted
And feel the current of life
Deep within our bones

Beyond all pleasures and woes
Beyond this labour of love
We will find the world we wanted
And feel the current of life
Deep within our bones