The Land Of Curse

Broken people with broken limbs, Broken hope, broken dreams, Here death is the most familiar entity, This is the land of curse, Danger lies on every step, It may open his diabolic mouth, To swallow up your limbs, O little children, stay away from this land, Under it the vampire of Death is sleeping, Who has taken many lives, But his hunger is not satisfied, One more step and he will wake up, To pounce upon you, He is the nurseling of the bigger vampires, Whose self-interests have brought the world On the verge of disaster.