Curse Of The Dead Medusa

Your guardian angels took a day off as I entered the picture
Your life got a new meaning; a purpose to live, little did you know what was to come
This is the curse of the dead medusa, blood, wet shit and pure horror
Fear the curse of the dead medusa, the one that comes without cure

Do you remember how clouds stopped smiling at you? Do you remember no bird was singing?
Do you remember their totally unmoved faces as your corpse was rotting away?
This is the curse of the dead medusa, blood, wet shit and pure horror
Fear the curse of the dead medusa, the one that comes without cure

Your attempts to catch me, they are all in vain
I shall mark my path with dead angel bodies
Cut out their rectums, keep them as souvenirs

One day all of this will make sense to you, before that, I keep on hunting
Then when you realise the meaning behind this, you will see me as your god
This is the curse of the dead medusa, blood, wet shit and pure horror
Fear the curse of the dead medusa, the one that comes without cure