Lyrics Shaman's Curse - Sanctorium

Shaman's Curse

With blood up to my knees
The only one tribe’s survivor
Can’t believe I lived through
I stand among perished kins
Their souls are crying to me
Don’t let them go with it
Avenge us, our shaman
Bring them wrath of spirits
Avenge us, your tribesmen
In the name of greed
Little nation’s about to be killed
So shaman prays
To spirits guiding his land and race
Nature’s disgrace
With darkness in their minds
They appeared at night
So all huts were on fire
Second night our hunters were slaughtered
Their weapons are strong
But our rage is stronger
And great battle exsanguinates us
Fourth night has come
That brought great woe
Death of all women and children
Land of ancestors never was
A coin at foreigner’s wars
Let no hostile survive in this place
Erase them from the land’s face
In his faded eyes
And give him the power for dark spell
Spirits awake
Heralds demise
And this land turns into hell
Forever none of their kind can
Settle here and own this land
No kids
No homes
No peace for them
Only pain
Decay
Only blood for them
Poisoned sumps
Dried plants
Rabid beasts for them
It is
Justice
Of his death knell
In the name of greed
Nation has been completely killed
But through centuries
Shaman’s curse hunts his enemie