Accursed - The Way Out Lyrics

Traveling on towards an uncertain dawn
The dark of night is what we have donned
To break this curse and a chance to be cured
The sacred relic must first be procured
Suspending our mortality
We invoke this deed of brutality
No longer shall we slave
By the hands of which this was made
Invoking brutality
By the hands of which this was made
Tonight their flesh shall be torn
As a purpose for us has been born
And the people that they abhor
Will possess this relic once more
Through the rubble, dust, and debris
This item beckons to me
So tenderly now do I reach
As its power buckles my knees
Through the rubble, dust, and debris
This relic has chosen me
So tenderly now I beseech
Take this curse and grant me my
Piece of armor still shielding
As the bow and swordsmen are fielding
I feel this curse is now yielding
As stone and embers blow through the ceiling
Regaining my integrity
Open eyes reveal my reality
Although the curse has been lifted
A new presence of mind has been gifted
Tonight their flesh shall be torn
As a purpose for us has been born
And the people that they abhor
Will possess this relic once more
Through the rubble, dust, and debris
This item beckons to me
So tenderly now do I reach
As its power buckles my knees
Through the rubble, dust, and debris
This relic has chosen me
So tenderly now I beseech
Take this curse and grant me my peace
Process incumbent, dead in the door, paid neither blood nor gold
Process incumbent, dead in the door, paid neither blood nor gold
Process incumbent, dead in the door, paid neither blood nor gold
Process incumbent, dead in the door, paid neither blood nor gold
Through the rubble, dust, and debris
This item beckons to me
So tenderly now do I reach
As its power buckles my knees
Through the rubble, dust, and debris
This relic has chosen me
So tenderly now I beseech
Take this curse and grant me
Grant me my peace