Cursing Akhenaten – Song and Lyrics by After the Burial


Written by: Justin Lowe, Dan Carle, Anthony Notarmaso, Lee Floral, Trent Hafdahl

Duration: 4:03

Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Cursing Akhenaten’ by After the Burial. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of After the Burial or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Awaken, ruinous fiend of early generations
Your rotting corpse is restored
Straighten your limbs, brush off the dust
Withered bandages restrain you no more
Severed heads accent the gates
Bones emerge from the sands
Proof of your reign remains
I, your liege, now command your rule again
The sun burns through the skin, boiling vital organs within
But the gods can’t destroy my cursed, blackened heart
Appeasing the thirst of the damned, mocking the praised ones
The sand soaks the blood, the blood flows like wine, send death from above
Locusts and famine engulfing your race, my savagery knows no end
At the price of all your lives, I destroy your kind, death by my hand
Sands blowing across cursed lands
Will consume the evidence of your ancient existence
The Earth is now black from the torment I have set upon it
All shall bow, serve, and praise thy name