Six curses from a spiritual wasteland
What is it, that makes the nightmare so real
What is it, that makes the world so f**ed
I wasn't born to play their games
I don't have the time to waste
I know what I had to do, out beneath the moon
Had to be a wolf again
Had to be a wolf again
Some say that I'm a c*nt, the godless deceiver
They'll never change my ways, I'm born and bred a heathen
Some say that I'm a liar, but I never lied to myself
Some say that I can't see, well I know that I'm blind
Drunk on the blood of angels
All right
Six curses from a spiritual wasteland
Six curses from a spiritual wasteland
Six curses cast on the heart of the world
Evil lurks in every shadow
And every sound of d**h is the sound of the world's end
What is it that makes the nightmare so real
What is it that makes the world so f**ed
What is it that makes the f**ing world so f**ed
What is it!
What is it!