Meden Agan - A Curse Unfolding Тексты

A shadow lurking under the moon
A shapeless form to spell your doom
The dead man lies broken beneath
The cold walls echo the grief

A holy man taking his life?
Or devil’s work clouding his mind?
Fear and doubt haunting our lives
A curse unfolding in front of our eyes

Lord save us from this nightmare
Heaven we beg send (us) a sign

There is no spell, no evil is at work
Truth is known to one of you
A human hand controls all the strings
His true purpose is yet to be known

One more death, one more clue
A poison used to silence the truth
Trapped in a race against time
For the inquisition, will soon arrive

Lord save us from this nightmare
Heaven we beg send (us) a sign