Текст песни Cryptopsy - The Curse Of The Great

Know ye not (Have ye forgotten?)
your place in the earth?
We know (as we've always known)
(that) there can be no place
for such as ye
upon our blameless, benighted earth

The breath of the dead
fills the stagnant breeze:
now, the world is perfect
(and) those left behind still weep

(And) should the question of terror arise
we'll draw our hate down from the skies

We live beneath a carcass moon
that makes a horror of all days
for on this battlefield
even the wicked get worse than they deserve

"But then, it is the curse of the great
to have to walk over the corpses."
"Es war schon immer der fluch der mächtigen
über leichen schreiten zu müssen."

With our deeds of carnage
we hail bloodshed our immortal king