The Wizar'd - side B of the Smouldering Sinners 7"
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 pestilence 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 years 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.
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