City of the Dead

In this city of broken dreams

Monuments of death arise

This is the Necropolis

Where the nameless live and breathe

Rotten tombs of ancient kings

Days of glory are gone

A mockery to the living souls

Confined in darkness

Trapped inside these walls

Between their father's bones

Stillborn to this world

All their hopes are lost

Doomed to live on a burial ground

An empty shrine their home

The poorest of society

Find some shelter but no peace

Children play between the stones

Laughter echoes from the walls

Their cradle of innocent joy

Will be their grave of sorrow

Trapped inside these walls

Between their father's bones

Stillborn to this world

All their hopes are lost

No safety, no dignity, no light, no justice,

no future, no home and nowhere to go

Their misery, frustration, anger, depression,

sadness, madness will drown in hatred

Trapped inside these walls

Between their father's bones

Stillborn to this world

All their hopes are lost