Curse from Curse (EP) by Wolfrost

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

• Black Metal
• Death Metal
• Extreme Metal
• Metal
• curse
• doom metal
• ep
• progressive metal
• wolfrost
• United Kingdom