My Son My Executioner - This Curse lyrics

The cresent moon shines upon us in the blackest night Deceased oppressions on wings of hell's angels Cold as naked babes, in the womb we struggle Left as children crying for the day to end We petition departed terror and request its stronghold The gentlemen warriors bring their cause to our eyes To decide they fate and bring their d**h They sing their praises They say their prayers Righteousness is cursed from below As a plague to slaughter A pestilence to slay Righteousness is cursed The demons rise from the graves of the lifeless Bringing forth a plague set to destroy Ashes of the dead portray likes of me With faces of dismay they speak of their pain Children weeping at the sight of bereavement They lose their conscience and the fortitude Their blood runs cold at the sight of the dead Emotions are left behind I will never forget the smiles of the children As their bodies are cast into the flames Nevermore to reign in the courts of kings