Lyrics:
Melee The Curse

Give a prayer to the purse Can a blessing really be a curse? Is it right, is it wrong Or is it even worse now? Well, I'll tell you For the prize you

Give a prayer to the purse Can a blessing really be a curse Is it right, is it wrong, or is it even worse Well I'll tell you for the prize you descend

Have I ever told you about the way things were on the night we met And how the moon crashed down when the sun was set And laid behind the clouds to make

Translation: Mutilation. Curse My Funeral.

Translation: Usa. Run My Course.

The seeds of corruption That inside me Are the pollution For you and me Collector of souls Our judge Can't see the walls Of damned The darkest wish Is

It want to taste your flesh They want to feel your fear Your tainted blood will consume you Blood...consumed... Doomed Blood...consumed... Cursed Blood

twitch, Fountain, sweet fountain! Fountain, sweet fountain! Let your water react and turn the curses to fact and come true! Fountain, sweet fountain! Fountain, sweet fountain! Let your water react and turn the curses

bring their death They sing their praises They say their prayers Righteousness is cursed from below As a plague to slaughter A pestilence to slay Righteousness is cursed