Lyrics For the Cursed - American Werewolves

For the Cursed

In the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the night
I want you so bad that it hurts
It’s calling, it’s lurking, it beckons you
For the cursed
In the world without end where the bats can descend
A pain that can only get worse
It’s calling, it’s lurking, it beckons you
For the cursed
Well I thought that we’d live forever
Underneath the pale gray sky
But now I know that without you
Each dawn I’ll die
In the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the night
I love you so bad that it hurts
It’s calling, it’s lurking, it beckons me
For the cursed