Sorcerer’s Curse
Girard
Sorcerer’s Curse
Verse 1:
In the dark, beneath the moon,
A whisper spreads, a darkened tune.
A sorcerer’s hand, a cruel decree,
He casts his spell, none shall be free.
The villagers sleep, but not in peace,
Their waking dreams, they never cease.
A curse unfolds, a shadow’s kiss,
The dawn of doom, an endless abyss.
Pre-Chorus:
Eyes of fire, a heart so cold,
A tale of sorrow yet untold.
With every word, with every breath,
He binds their souls to endless death.
Chorus:
Sorcerer’s curse, a chain of pain,
The village cries, but none remain.
A life of torment, a life of lies,
They live to suffer, they live to die.
Sorcerer’s curse, no end in sight,
Trapped in shadows, lost in night.
The curse he weaves, the curse he’s spun,
No one escapes, no one runs.
Verse 2:
The trees are withered, the sky is cracked,
The earth beneath them turns to black.
A hollow laugh, a fleeting sound,
The sorcerer’s power, all around.
Time stands still, yet never breaks,
The village weeps, the ground it shakes.
A twisted fate, a prison made,
A soul forever bound in shade.
Pre-Chorus:
Eyes of fire, a heart so cold,
A tale of sorrow yet untold.
With every word, with every breath,
He binds their souls to endless death.
Chorus:
Sorcerer’s curse, a chain of pain,
The village cries, but none remain.
A life of torment, a life of lies,
They live to suffer, they live to die.
Sorcerer’s curse, no end in sight,
Trapped in shadows, lost in night.
The curse he weaves, the curse he’s spun,
No one escapes, no one runs.
Bridge:
The sun will never rise again,
The night is where they’ll meet their end.
In his hands, the world will fall,
The sorcerer answers to no call.
A thousand years, a thousand tears,
Their voices echo through the years.
In the dark, they scream his name,
But none will break his ruthless claim.
Chorus:
Sorcerer’s curse, a chain of pain,
The village cries, but none remain.
A life of torment, a life of lies,
They live to suffer, they live to die.
Sorcerer’s curse, no end in sight,
Trapped in shadows, lost in night.
The curse he weaves, the curse he’s spun,
No one escapes, no one runs.
Outro:
In the ashes, the curse will stay,
A spell that never fades away.
And as they drown in endless night,
The sorcerer watches, cold as ice.
Fade out:
A sorcerer’s curse…
Forever bound in endless hurt.
