Curse the Deceased Lyrics

Fire to the ashes,
risen from your graves.
Mount the lightning again.
Descend in the realm of shadows.
Reign with terror and reign supreme.

Subdued lions of your time,
known for tyranny by "gentle and kind".
A cowards concept of lies.

It's the triumphant who are just,
only for us to dance in the wrong hands.
In the wrong palm.
In the wrong mind,
but you are our balm.
And we will make demands
and we will deny them the freedom.
The cursed and fallen grant us
second chance.

Abide by the law of your gods,
gift them your lives,
you are nothing but stock for today,
your children tomorrow and grandchildren next.

Now you cling to straws.
To those atrocities you were to hate.
To save your skin, unashamed...

Descend in the realm of shadows
and elevate, elevate.

Safely... safely limit our mind.

We are but beasts in the shadow of their time.
We are but broken and oppressed fed up.
Clawless, fangless we will annihilate.