Bekhten's Curse - Gorod

My Lord, my fair Lord

Great god who expels the strangers

O, my fair Lord

May your power obliterate the monster

Greatest god of the great gods!

My land is yours and we’re all here to serve

May your greatness put an end

To our curse once and for all

Thus were supposed to be the king’s words…

'There are things that can not be explained

Yet we would like to understand them

But when some of us decide

To cloud the truth to get their way

They can show endless imagination…'

While the Valley of the Kings was falling apart

My land was already wiped off the map

Their Moon God has never been a healer

Rather a protector of the realm… of the powers that be

This is now what everyone believes he said…

'Thus they saw an opportunity to make themselves heard

For a simple matter of gain, they carved an immortal lie

We have all been erased

And the hour of my death

Will definitely plunge us into oblivion'

For a matter of glory…

There are beings without decency