The Curse (How Can I Take Your Bitch​-​Ass Seriously When You're Afraid of a Little Witchcraft​?​)

by Elysium Sexsmith

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Hanging corpse drained of blood
Burning flesh drenched in mud.
Mocking laughter, ringing bells.
Demons summoned up from hell.

This is the end of you (of you)
This is the end for you (for you)

On this foul night I call your name,
and set upon you things profane.
Vepar, Flauros, Focalor,
And Glasya-labolas wait in store

This is the end of you (of you)
This is the end for you (for you)

Tonight your blood spills on the ground.
Your body left but never found.
And in short time you'll be forgot.
Your soul in hell, your body rot.

This is the end of you (of you)
This is the end for you (for you)

Tonight I summon demons, four,
to end your life, leave you no more.
Tonight imbued with hate and passion,
I take your life in bloody fashion!

Tonight I end what once begun.
So it is said, so it is done.

Tonight I end what once begun.
So it is said, so it is done.

Tonight I end what once begun.
So it said, so it is done.

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released May 31, 2020
Music & Lyrics – Elysium Sexsmith
Production – Elysium Sexsmith
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Elysium Sexsmith is an experimental electronic artist with an apocalyptic, esoteric edge.

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