Cursed

Cursed Life, cursed love

The voice on the Head

loke a diabolic wisper

that go more deep in same second

that your memories are closed

You cry, You soffer

like in your cold love

love of the disturbed

of the cursedy

by the devil bloddy

You crawling

over your boddy

like a verm that eat your flesh

you do your own death

the candles like black horns

shine your grave

with the red of the hell

painted in black

You cry, You soffer

like your cold life

burning in your mind hell

your disturbed love

like a devil curse

blinding your bloody

(blinding your heart)

You cry, You soffer

like in your cold love

love of the disturbed

of the cursedy

by the devil bloddy

You cry, You soffer

like in your cold love

You cry, You soffer

like in your cold love

(Rafaela Duccini - 18/2/2007)