Reverse the Curse

In the tortures of the damned Specters crowd the den Breath 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 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