In the tortures of the damned

Specters crowd the den

Hunting 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

Dragging vapours

Serve our thirst

Drink our demons

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

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