Have mercy on the city, she's a dying whore
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I never said these streets were paved with gold
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The shallow graves are overflowing and the Thames runs red
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Is this enough to make your blood run cold?
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Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold
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Upon the angels coming judgement day
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Dead hounds and a triple-horned messiah
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Motion for redemption in the ripper's way
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Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire
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To raise the omens of an unknown faith
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The devil's virtues overpowering the wrath of God
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And twist the blade upon the human race
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The wolf is loose and in this city it's a fatal flaw
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To see the beast under a funeral moon
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Can't shake the paranoia that the end is nigh
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When you're spoiling in a lousy tomb
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Healing Through Fire
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Healing Through Fire
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Healing Through Fire
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Healing Through Fire
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Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs
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Hunting the blood that they crave
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Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night
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You prey for your life to be saved
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Howling like banshees, so full of despair
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A death knell to all that they cross
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Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell
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Devouring the flesh of the lost
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Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick
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They see not the evil at hand
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Animals rising from ash covered tombs
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For vengeance upon every man
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Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw
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Feeding on souls of the broke
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Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats
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That feed on their throats till they choke
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Hounds Ditch
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| Orange Goblin |
