A long time ago there lived a man
With no place of work he travelled the land
He knew the ancient ways he knew them well
They couldn't understand his power from hell
And so he put upon them a deadly curse
The black pestilnce the funeral hearse
We knew we were broken
Oh no!
We knew we were dead
Why did we mess with this man?
In ancient footsteps he treads
Black clouds forming over our heads
Singeing acid was what they bled
Our crops did fail our children died
See the emptiness hear our cries
500 did pass for the curse to lift
His power hadn't faded this was his gift
We knew we were broken
Oh no!
We knew we were dead
Why did we mess with this man?
In ancient footsteps he treads
