Cursed Beyond Recognition - Nocturnal Breed

«It has grinded and worn my soul

Into a spirit-scraped shadow

The Devil’s always on my shoulder

As I’m cursed beyond — Recognition…»

The Devil was in my bones last night

One heel on the shovel

Pale horse by my side

Now I bleed black — I bleed napalm

As I rot in this cage of my soul

Crawling out of the woodwork it comes

Like worms wriggling out of dead flesh and worn bones

A thousand times — A thousand nights

In endless repetition

Cursed Beyond Recognition

This mammoth iron-cross to drag

Driving bargains with the Devil

The Devil was in my flesh last night

Cursing bone upon bone

As I’m born to the black

In every fear — In every way

Like a straightjacket nailed to the soul

Now all food turns to ash in my mouth

Like a rat in a maze

Trapped in mental lock-down

Yet my pound of flesh — I will always get

Leave my soul for the reapers in wait

This heart beats in a rotten chest

Soul and spirit ripped loose from its flesh

Come death-worms black — And lead the way

To my corner of this abyss

Dreams of devils giving birth to crippled spawn

As the cold winds are blowing — So cold through my soul

Like led it burns through my rotting veins

Each night I dream of Hell

Oh no, No I won’t go

I’ll rather die spitting fire from below

No omen’s black enough

To eclipse this rotten soul

For Nocturnal is the beast of this code

Soul desecrated — Standing on the brink of Hell

As all my bones are slowly grinded

Nerves and flesh is now my cell

The Devil calls through days of strife

Howling me back into the dark

Into the screaming voids

Into the cursed encroaching night