For The Cursed Lyrics

American Werewolves For The Cursed

In the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the night
I want you so bad that it hurts
It's calling, it's lurking, it beckons you
For the cursed

In the world without end where the bats can descend
A pain that can only get worse
It's calling, it's lurking, it beckons you
For the cursed

Well I thought that we'd live forever
Underneath the pale gray sky
But now I know that without you
Each dawn I'll die

In the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the night
I love you so bad that it hurts
It's calling, it's lurking, it beckons me
For the cursed