Inquisitor's Curse

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The lighthouse lamp blew long ago No tenant dare replace The keeper and his company Who bled to death apace. Queimada grande, cursed land No fires could reclaim From snapping mouths and dripping fangs Impossible to tame. Fer-de-lance, an island of iron heads Fer-de-lance, death in branches coiled Fer-de-lance, intruder’s grave, a shipwreck’s doom Serpentine enclave unspoiled Golden lancehead, plague and prince Upon these venomed shores, Sustained on flesh and feathered prey They thrive and breed as whores. No way to staunch the loss of blood Once struck a lightning blow, Queimada grande, cursed land Run deep with tales of woe. Medusa’s locks, writhing with poison Pit vipers, heatseeking beasts The forest floor seething with spite Slithering terror, the Devil feasts. Fer-de-lance

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Flashing blades and cavalcades of posers bite the dust A metal beast has been released and fuelled on bloody lust Harlots scream, their wildest dream is never coming true ‘Cos we’re too fast to shackle down, we’re Sinners through and through An oath is sworn, a Sinner born Cities burned, crosses turned Sydney Sinners – Devils in the night Sydney Sinners – Hot leather burning white Sydney Sinners – Rising up in flames Sydney Sinners Blackened wax, a dripping axe to wield with Hellish force No way back, no attack can set us from our course Angels fall, their final call of mercy dies in vain We are the Sydney Sinners, by nature and by name An oath is sworn, a Sinner born Sydney Sinners – Devils in the night Sydney Sinners – Hot leather burning white Sydney Sinners – Rising up in flames Sydney Sinners Sydney Sinners – Devils in the night Sydney Sinners – Hot leather burning white Sydney Sinners – Rising up in flames Sydney Sinners Sydney Sinners – Maniacs of death Sydney Sinners – Whiskey on the breath Sydney Sinners – Whiplash and pain - SYDNEY SINNERS -

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025