Accursed Wound lyrics for Embrace the Forge EP...
Lyrics written by Wizard.
Accursed Wound – Embrace the Forge
Atrocities revered by our lord, the dark one
We as warriors, demons aside men
Injustice on our behalf, prepare the sacrifice
Offer whims to bludgeon the weak as I recall
Blood must be burned upon the rune stone
Revealed at last our darkest dreams
No longer must the remain
Locked inside our minds
(Incantations)
Grim, unwell, untold the spell
Peace no more above the ground
Unchain the virgin of hell
And feed her to the canis fiend
Now is ready the final harvest
Unearth the souls and pour the Ka into our blood
Nocturnal spirits king of fire and flood
Evil flows as seamless as eternity
Martyrs we will be
Now one with baneful holiness
A doomed existence sees its doom at last
The final words of newborn ghasts
Trick the angels, tie them down
The time has come to burn the town
Come forth ye weary souls
Bodies of unrest
Teeming with disease
Imbues with a lust blood
Cursed to walk the earth
A false key of heaven
Granted the gift of never fearing
Death abridled and never nearing
The halls of hell are filled with cheering
Of sword, of bone, the sound of shearing
Their madness now, is never ending
At last a world filled with sorrow
Open the gates to feel the demon’s misery
As soon as it began we knew the end was near
Cover the eyes of a child,
Embrace the darkest year
I have never known joy like I know now
Revealed to earth, our ancient souls
We give pain to all
We give nothing without sacrifice in return
We have taken all innocent souls
Deep inside the furnace they burn as our fuel
Avast ye scum of underworld!
Come past the light and wonderful
Soaring past the sky we know
Shattered souls embrace the forge
Free at last
Shattered souls embrace the forge
Free at last
Accursed Wound – Dungeon Crawling
Oh! Yeah!
Send by Queen Letish, beyond the stockade wall
Through haunted wilderness, to enter Belgor’s hall
The coming days of darkness, you’ll soon be underground
Retrieve the cursed Rock of Wyrm, what’s lost will soon be found
Dungeon Crawliing….
Gold and glory can only be stolen,
But evil keeps it closely guarded.
Terror grows with every foolish step
Deeper into catacombs where ancient evil rests
Dungeon crawling.
The dead are coming.
Ahhh! Awaken souls of sinners.
“Did you hear that?”
“They won’t take me alive.”
“Honor in battle!”
“Arrgh!”
From sweating walls the fiends set forth,
Brandishing sabers, and torches, and hooks.
The leader is bludgeoned and sent to the ground,
But the cowardous mage cannot speak a sound
The crushing of steel and the spilling of blood
These ghouls will surely drive them from here
But the foyer is blocked and the party is stunned
So further into the dungeon they run!
Your life will burn
For the Rock of Wyrm
(battle sounds)
Yah!
This gold and glory that can only which can only be stolen
This ancient Rock of Wyrm is mine to bestow them
These weary heroes they will soon be forgotten
Like all the rest that fall into my kingdom
One missing step and Fenghor falls into a spikey trap
A warrior crushed against the wall and slain by a demons jaw
Some can get lost and die in darkness all alone
Yet I am still upon my throne and goblins gnaw their rotting bones
Oh! Yeah! Oh!
Sent by Queen Letish to be my sacrifice
The hero’s quest will end in death until again they rise
Dungeon Crawling..
The dead are coming!
Serve in afterlife to wage my sallow war
What praise they had for honor gone,
And only made to murder more
The evil’s fallen
The undead army
Grow the pile of broken skulls
Of warriors and heroes who answered evil’s call
This ancient Rock of Wyrm controls all the old ‘uns
Their lives of glory, which can only be broken
Gold and glory can only be stolen
But evil keeps in closely guarded
This gold and glory, which can only be stolen
This ancient Rock of Wyrm is mine to beholden.
Accursed Wound – Netherworld’s Prize
Alive!
Heavy dead night
Swollen stinking air
Constant rain
Open the earth
For fresh dead to rise
Zombies, tormented faces still in place
Rigor mortis, the dark one wanders
Above them now, seeks a netherworld’s prize
A soul still looming
Easy prey
A body to prolong
With a sword
Pry the cold
Coffin open
Alive….
Bind the souls and feed him
Where in life is honor
Is mine only now in death
Simply struck in terror
Under the ground
“Yah yah yah yah yah…”
So in time this cemetery nursery
Feeds the war
And leads me to the crown.
Alive…
“oohhh yah!”
Alive…
“ooohhh yah!”
Alive…
Accursed Wound – The City That Fell
The war is done…
A buzzard’s feast, a soldier’s glum,
The oxen pulling hard to bring the bodies home.
A troll to find the wizardry
Untold that binds the rookeries
Those poor washed away by the flood
Those left are soiled in blood
In time the city that fell
Will be denied of misery
Each fiend will have its hole
Where men once toiled in liveries
The trolls set fire to the region
The trolls set fire to rookeries
The trolls set fire to the kings men
The trolls set fire to the kingdom
Oh! Yah! Rragh! Oh! Boom Boom! Yah!
To fight, and battle high
An ode, an ode to die.
“We swore to fight for man
This country’s sacred land”
Your demise is that we’re already among you
Tucked in with the dead we grow behind your city walls
“We fear not, your darkened spells”
Those are words that a dead man tells...
Summon the Wyrm, to end them all!
Yah!!
Take fast beyond the ruins
Beyond the broken sword
Each fiend now has its hole
Amass the spoils of war
And soon the next great land
Will fall under this banner
Those that we’ve slain
Join our legion from the grave!