When someone dies
In the grip of a rage
Powerful as hunting flames
A Curse is born
The curse gathers in that place of death
Those who encounter and comes to near
Will be consumed by it’s fury
Tombs will be opened
Death is coming near
No time to hide
There’s only fear
The curse gathers in that place of death
Those who encounter and comes to near
Will be consumed by it’s fury
When someone dies
In the grip of a rage
Powerful as hunting flames
A Curse is born
A Curse is born
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