Lyrics Bekhten's Curse - Gorod

Bekhten's Curse

My Lord, my fair Lord
Great god who expels the strangers
O, my fair Lord
May your power obliterate the monster
Greatest god of the great gods!
My land is yours and we’re all here to serve
May your greatness put an end
To our curse once and for all
Thus were supposed to be the king’s words…
'There are things that can not be explained
Yet we would like to understand them
But when some of us decide
To cloud the truth to get their way
They can show endless imagination…'
While the Valley of the Kings was falling apart
My land was already wiped off the map
Their Moon God has never been a healer
Rather a protector of the realm… of the powers that be
This is now what everyone believes he said…
'Thus they saw an opportunity to make themselves heard
For a simple matter of gain, they carved an immortal lie
We have all been erased
And the hour of my death
Will definitely plunge us into oblivion'
For a matter of glory…
There are beings without decency