Blind eyes preach of sight, they live the lie
With every waking breath they wish for death
They build these barriers, they build these barriers
They pray for your demise, a curse upon us all
Execration, malediction, anathema to us all
Raised well on contradictions, surrender of will
Cast out the unbelievers, their blood to spill
Prisoners of superstition, bitter communion
We should have know, what good is an empty throne?
Execration, malediction, imprecation, curses on you all
Icon of misery
Keep those eyes closed, your hiding something
Like endless night, son of nothing
These tired accusations fall on deaf ears
Survival based on preying on fears
Pity the world, or else this glutton be
To rid the world's due, by the grave and thee
We have wasted so many lungs of breath against the cult of death
And still they survive
Icon of misery, we are cursed
Icon of misery, son of nothing
credits
from Curse (EP),
released April 17, 2015
Haunter - All Instruments & Vocals
Probably the heaviest, most claustrophobic thing I've ever listened to. When I first heard 'Free Will' I was genuinely blown away, and I think that that is a very overused phase. Fitting here though. Wolfrost