Curxes Haunted Gold
A murderous fear that I own
Is a thorn in your voice and your tone
A banner for your kills and craft
A banner for your kills and craft
Is all that I give and I ask
I want it, the shock of your haunted gold
Leaving me wanting, show me your haunted gold
I want it, the shock of your haunted gold
Leaving me wanting, show me your haunted gold
A murderous fear without cause
Is a hell over substance, a war
A thorn in your voice and your tone
Condemn my fangs becoming throne
The rites of power to our homes
I want it, the shock of your haunted gold
Leaving me wanting, show me your haunted gold
I want it, the shock of your haunted gold
Leaving me wanting, show me your haunted gold
