Six Curses from a Spiritual Wasteland

Six curses from a spiritual wasteland

What is it, that makes the nightmare so real

What is it, that makes the world so f**ked

I wasn’t born to play their games

I don’t have the time to waste

I know what

I had to do, out beneath the moon

Had to be a wolf again

Had to be a wolf again

Some say that

I’m a cunt, the godless deceiver

They’ll never change my ways,

I’m born and bred a heathen

Some say that

I’m a liar, but

I never lied to myself

Some say that

I can’t see, well

I know that

I’m blind

Drunk on the blood of angels

All right

Six curses from a spiritual wasteland

Six curses from a spiritual wasteland

Six curses cast on the heart of the world

Evil lurks in every shadow

And every sound of death is the sound of the world’s end

What is it that makes the nightmare so real

What is it that makes the world so f**ked

What is it that makes the f**king world so f**ked

What is it!

What is it!