Cursed Be The Men 歌词

The haunts of men, beneath the dying sun Swarming with creatures, echoing with emptiness Build with sorrow and tears and human dust Lost in the ocean of nothingness Cursed be the men And their haunts Cursed be the gods Above and below The haunts of men, beneath the dying sun Places of worship, death, pain and suffering Build from the ashes of man and oak and pine Never ending circle, the vipers swallows its own tail