Lyrics Cult of Luna

Cult of Luna

Curse

Tonight I mourn the loss of heart and soul.

The path is taken, The curse received.

Dark and barren in the winter night.

Shadows move along the tree line.

A life is cleansed in blood.

Cleansed by these guilt hands.

Purged in a hollow soul.

Scorched and punished.

At the harbor I waited.

Kept an eye on the Baltic Sea.

Across these eastern waters a country of filth and dirt.

He emerged from the forest, how did he know? I damn this forsaken land.

Still the moon is looming low.