Letra de Curses

On this night accursed,
our feeble flesh transforms through
a sinful process, we will be reborn.
No, this is not an ascension,
but pure acceptance of our basest desires.
We are the Children of the Dark.
May this night last forever.
The beast within us howls madly into the night and
we whisper horrible curses at the dawning of the light.

A scream of agony, a thousand feral daggers piercing flesh.
The hunger grows inside and the lunacy overwhelming
The beast inside is gnawing at your skin...
Pain, all consuming pain, breaking you and filling you with
Rage, driving you insane, clawing at your mind, the endless
Agony, will it never cease?
Hate, gnaw away with fangs, rip and tear and feast and feel the
Lust, as you take and claim, frantically, relentlessly but the
Hunger is growing, let it consume you.

Did you cry out when it took her?
Do you see it in your dreams at night?

Awakened from the dark of sleep mere inches from it's grinning teeth,
the blood, still fresh,
drips at your feet from shredded scraps of human meat.
The beast, it knows you smell it's sin,
howling horror setting in to feast upon
the wretched weakly throbbing chunks of flesh.
The viscera is captivating, succulent, yet nauseating. Simply put,
you're salivating, retching at the thought of eating pieces of the
one you loved and lost to something carnal,
but you're starving maybe just a piece, starting with the eyes...

The beast within us howls madly into the night and
we whisper horrible curses at the dawning of the light.

At last the pain subsides you limply
draw your hands from bloodshot eyes.
Yet still your teeth and fingers
bleed from depraved worship of the meat
A disfigured twisted carcass dripping with the fruit of sin
Surrounded by your molted flesh,
the air thick with the stench of death
and carrion baptised with blood
You lick the rotted remains from your viscid lips
You tear your eyes away and swallow down the longing but
The hunger is growing, let it consume you.

He walks the woods at night, seeking whom he may devour.

The Devil dances in the woods tonight.

On this night accursed,
our feeble flesh transforms through
a sinful process, we will be reborn.
No, this is not an ascension,
but pure acceptance of our basest desires.
We are the Children of the Dark. May this night last forever.
The beast within us howls madly into the night and
we whisper horrible curses at the dawning of the light.