The curse has begun, yesterday’s gone
Now there is so much to lose
Illusion and fear, confusion and tears
Its more than any cross could bear

The curse of love
The curse of love

Emperors will crawl, empires will fall
And the soldiers they’ll hang their heads
Time strikes its chord, the last sword is drawn
A bullet straight through the heart

The curse of love
The curse of love

The widows they weep in their restless sheets
No one will hold them tonight
And way down below a dark figure throws
A shadow against the wall

The curse of love
The curse of love