May Result - At The Cursed Heights Of Prokletije


5. At The Cursed Heights Of Prokletije

 As night falls down 'pon this wretched ground
 I descend the fog-valleys below
 With no man, nor beast, but naked trees around
 And the moon that all light has bled

 I plunge into the hail of tempest
 Devoured by the firmament

 Let no joyful sound
 Spoil this winter air
 Let only be foul skies
 Ardent and arcid
 Linger on in despair
 This soil is black again

 The soil is black and dead
 The soil is black and dead

 Cursed... Be my tribe
 Cursed... Be our land
 Cursed... Borned my tokens
 Cursed... Sacrificed in vain

 To Maraš, heathen demon of old
 To Maraš, the demon that destroys
 To Maraš, we must all burn
 To Maraš, on the path of no return

 Rites of a death-hammer
 Oh, the salt of the earth
 Procession through one to another
 On the path where I mourn
 Barren path on no return

 What once was I now is dead
 Embered bonefires forever shine
 What once was I shall be again
 There, at the summit of Prokletije

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