The Curse Songtext
von Ken Hensley & Live Fire

In the foothills of the mountains
Beneath a dark and clearing sky
There′s a face carved in the hillside
That I seemed to recognize
Some say it's a warrior king
Who died there long ago
But I haven′t seen it written
So I can't tell how they know
Between the blessing and the curse
The situation's worse
There′s no place called in between in any holy word I′ve seen
And I will take my leading from each and every morning verse
My mind's made up, I gave it up
The blessing beats the curse


The heathen gather on the hill
Their rituals to perform
Blinded by their hatred
They miss the coming storm
Holy spirit of perception
Keep me safe in your protection
The victory is ours this night
Through your mighty resurrection
Between the blessing and the curse
The situation′s worse
There's no place called in between in any holy word I′ve seen
And I will take my leading from each and every morning verse
My mind's made up, I gave it up
The blessing beats the curse