Curse are the living,
For death is easy.
Gushing wrath of olden winds,
Stab with potential.
Go ahead raise our dead.
Ease them from their story grave.
Pray they crawl out on all limbs.
Ask you your blood,
Don't you dare refuse.
Ask you your truth,
Don't your dare lie.
Coz they already know.
They've swirled around and they've been Here before.
Walked on death leaves,
Death revokes death.
They know they've been here before
Ask you your life,
Don't you dare tell.