Shaman's Curse - Sanctorium

With blood up to my knees

The only one tribe’s survivor

Can’t believe I lived through

I stand among perished kins

Their souls are crying to me

Don’t let them go with it

Avenge us, our shaman

Bring them wrath of spirits

Avenge us, your tribesmen

In the name of greed

Little nation’s about to be killed

So shaman prays

To spirits guiding his land and race

Nature’s disgrace

With darkness in their minds

They appeared at night

So all huts were on fire

Second night our hunters were slaughtered

Their weapons are strong

But our rage is stronger

And great battle exsanguinates us

Fourth night has come

That brought great woe

Death of all women and children

Land of ancestors never was

A coin at foreigner’s wars

Let no hostile survive in this place

Erase them from the land’s face

In his faded eyes

And give him the power for dark spell

Spirits awake

Heralds demise

And this land turns into hell

Forever none of their kind can

Settle here and own this land

No kids

No homes

No peace for them

Only pain

Decay

Only blood for them

Poisoned sumps

Dried plants

Rabid beasts for them

It is

Justice

Of his death knell

In the name of greed

Nation has been completely killed

But through centuries

Shaman’s curse hunts his enemie