𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖗

"The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid." Copyright © 2026 Lamefroid. All rights reserved Upon the pyre I stood with broken bone, Betrayed by king and pope upon their throne. Once Grand Master of the Temple’s might, Now condemned to burn in endless night. They racked my flesh in chambers cold and grim, Yet from my lips the ancient fire did brim. With dying breath I raised my voice on high, And spoke the words that make both kingdoms die. Curse! Curse! Curse upon thee! Curse thy throne and curse thy seed! Curse! Curse! Curse upon thee! Thy line shall wither like a rotten tree! Within a year thy flesh shall rot away, Thy crown shall fall, thy soul in darkness lay. I call upon the fire that burns my skin, To hunt thee down and drag thee deep in sin. By God and Devil, by blood and flame… I curse thy name… I curse thy name… Curse! Curse! Curse upon thee! Thy kingdoms crumble into dust! Curse! Curse! Curse upon thee! The Last Templar claims thee with his dying thrust!