The Curse Lyrics

The throne, throne is empty now. And empty shall remain.
None of the chosen ones will sit on it again.
No one will follow this pointless path anymore.

Thousands of lies, thousands of christs and slef-proclaimed saviours.
Prophecies for blind, for weak and despised worshipers of man's demise.

The throne, throne is empty now.
Your sheppard has died.
Did you cry? Did you believe his lies?

Hear the words
- of traitors
From the books
- of lies
Be obedient
- to them
Serve the lord
- of the weak

How many false prophets has to come, to make you understand that it all is for nothing?
How many martyrs will you sacrifice to fill your goblets with their body and blood?

Manakind is cursed, cursed forever. By following the pointless paths.
Waiting for illusory saviours. Rising the thrones for prophets and their gods

Thousands of lies, thousands of christs and slef-proclaimed saviours.
Prophecies for blind, for weak and despised worshipers of man's demise.

Have you lost the meaning of your life?
To save the world, you need your own Christ
each of you thinks he‘s the chosen one,
Son of god, bringing salvation.
There were many of you,through the ages,
In your books glorified on its pages
Every time, the throne you build for your god,
Will be empty, Forever...