Curse Of The Athame Songtext
von Angel Massacre

Under a waxing moon
By the candles light
We carve our sacred wounds
Forever servents of the night

Curse of athame
Our fate Is sealed
Writing in the glames
Holy blood shall spill
Curse of sthame
Horned master reveal
Christians writhe in pain
Holy blood shall spill


Invert the cross, all your hope is lost

Attacking the temples
No mercy for the weak
As the chapels crumble
Executing the meek

Curse of athame
Our fate is sealed
Writing in the flames
Holy blood shall spill
Curse of athame
Horned master reveal
Christians writhe in pain
Holy blood shall spill


Invert the cross, all your hope is lost