Hounds Ditch

Have mercy on the city, she's a dying whore

I never said these streets were paved with gold

The shallow graves are overflowing and the Thames runs red

Is this enough to make your blood run cold?

Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold

Upon the angels coming judgement day

Dead hounds and a triple-horned messiah

Motion for redemption in the ripper's way

Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire

To raise the omens of an unknown faith

The devil's virtues overpowering the wrath of God

And twist the blade upon the human race

The wolf is loose and in this city it's a fatal flaw

To see the beast under a funeral moon

Can't shake the paranoia that the end is nigh

When you're spoiling in a lousy tomb

Healing Through Fire

Healing Through Fire

Healing Through Fire

Healing Through Fire

Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs

Hunting the blood that they crave

Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night

You prey for your life to be saved

Howling like banshees, so full of despair

A death knell to all that they cross

Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell

Devouring the flesh of the lost

Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick

They see not the evil at hand

Animals rising from ash covered tombs

For vengeance upon every man

Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw

Feeding on souls of the broke

Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats

That feed on their throats till they choke