It was a message on the wind
An answer to their prayers
It was dusk
It was the turning of a people
Once forced from their beliefs
How could they ever be set free

The curse
Your word
This curse
The curse
Your blood

Escape the monarchy
An ancient energy
Brought forth and freed captivity
A price they all must pay
A curse disguised and the promise made
It was dawn
It was a journey set for freedom
Once safe civility now on to face harsh raging seas

The curse
Your word
This curse
The curse
Your blood

A chaos soon unleashed
It was a spell cast overseas
The worst the cursed dark entity
You hold the passenger inside
You are the host his breeding mind
A deal is made the vessels trade
In consequence corruption stays

The curse
Your word
This curse
The curse
Your blood

The beast is now unleashed
The curse of Roanoke
The evil took control
The men and women fall
A plague upon their souls

An evil lingered in the eyes
Of a man once warm now cold as ice
The beast of Roanoke
Its time passed now unleashed
A chaos is set free
New land of suffering

For the sake of scientific exploration
He hears a deep dark calling from inside, inside his mind
There is no denying he can't shake him
Nor recount the tales of his last nights

He is the victim of his alchemic design
And bears the product of a savage unlearned mind
What do you look for when you stare into the mirror, Hyde
What do you feel when you ingest that scientific wine

You have created life
Painted dark evolution

He is the victim of his alchemic design
And bears the product of a savage unlearned mind
What do you taste upon your lips when you come home at night
Is it the hush of screams from victims by your unseen crimes?

There is no hope for you
Trapped in your own creation

Cure the disease
Be gone from me
The controller your maker
No you listen to me
I am your strength
The monster the taker

When will he see
He has control of the beast
Control of this weapon to be
Curse the disease
Develop a theory at least
To stare in the mirror and see

There's his benefit to human preservation
The many enemies awaiting him outside
There is no trying, no he takes it
Now he is painfully aware of all his crimes

He is accepting of his alchemic design
And bears the product of a trained and ruthless mind
What do you look for when you stare into your victim's eyes
Where do you look when all the blood has washed away from sight

You have created life
Painted dark evolution
You have created life
Painted dark evolution