Cursed by Disease - Torture Squad

A rotting corpse remains preserved

Receptacle of the spirit of a king

Sarcophagus was sealed

With all his treasure

And on the walls the paintings bore a curse

Death will attack

With its trident

For those who disturb the Pharaoh!

For a thousand years

The curse remained

Asleep beside the king

Sarcophagus was raped

Affronted by greedy

The Gold shines awaking the evil side

Death will attack with its trident

For those who disturb the Pharaoh!

Rotting

Devouring your lungs

Waning

Drying out to the bone

Growing

No cure nor control

Cursed by Disease

I’m the one who expelled the robbers out of the grave with the flame of the

desert

I am the one who protects the tomb of Pharaoh

Burn

Time to Learn

Fate

Too late

Seeking the true treasures

Beyond Consciousness

Seeking the true treasures

The key that opens all doors

Death will attack with its trident

For those who disturb the Pharaoh!

Rotting

Devouring your lungs

Waning

Drying out to the bone

Growing

No cure nor control

Cursed by Disease