Curse - Alien Gun

He changed his perfect world

For pagan ambitions

Now He walk between strangers

And search for the reason of his misery

Time is running out

his iron circle disappears

comes back to the darkness and die

Take your trophy and sell it!

Change your money for life

Take your pride and burn it

Sink your hands in the ground

Time is running out

The cold stone cracks your back

the heart is getting rotten.

Although You don’t want… It’s time to go