To promise long and abundant reign
The prophecies lie to the kings
They all say your curse still sounds insane
For dark is the [bad word] it brings.
The deeds and the thoughts all are bound to return
To dust we are made of by gods
Your pride is despised as through years you have leant
So lonely in million’s crowds

Cursed for your pride, cursed and despised
Return to dust
As all we must

The streams of blood will show the face
Of evil deeds and holy grace
But you can’t find your place between
With no great virtue, no great sin
You chose your self the hardest way
Through darkness of the universe
Through all repeating life in real world
To grief dreams like death sea’s foam

Words of the curse will hurt, torture your soul and mind
You have no home at all, no chance for you to find

Cursed for your pride, cursed and despised
Return to dust
As all we must