Curse the Deceased

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 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