Deathbed Songtext
von Cursed Earth

Death bed
Welcome home
To what do I owe this pleasure?
Set your ghost
Upon your throne, the stretcher
No more philosophy
No more psychology
Now let′s take to the road
Tortured, torn as they stand
No new saints, only tombs
As it's sewn in red
Welcome home
You brought us all together
Then your corpse
Bed from war was the wrestler
No more autonomy
No more philosophy
Now let′s take to the road
Tortured, torn as they stand
No new saints, only tombs


As it's sewn in red
Relieve the pressure and the loads
Open the casket, the prenup
Break all the bones in your back
Relieve the pressure and the loads
Open the casket, the prenup
As it is sewn in the red
It's in your head
Patient response to treatment
Patient response to treatment
Death bed
A weapon
The stretcher
If you want to keep a secret
You better hide it from yourself
If you want to keep a secret
You better hide it from yourself
No more philosophy
No more psychology
No more autonomy
Lobotomies
It′s gone to godliness
Death bed