This city comes alive at night
when sunlight goes to sleep
but the light will never grace the faces
of the souls on which it feeds

Still I smell the stench of brimstone
coursing through the air
A dark miasma born to kill
something wicked comes beware

Take my hand and walk with me on a journey of despair
Underneath these pristine streets lies a world in disrepair
Strewn about like broken glass, the souls at which you gloat
The broken shards may cut your feet; my blade will slit your throat

I’ll take it all away
Their pride, their lives
If it holds the pain at bay
The memories at bay

When every star I see assaults my eyes
I have no other choice but to take away
The sky

Will I wake up,
or will I sleep
Vengeance is my blood
my time will never come
Will I wake up,
or will I sleep
Vengeance is my blood
Vengeance is my blood

I see them everywhere
reminders of my past
Shades that just won’t let me go
that force me to look back

And every time I see a face
of someone I once knew
resurrecting memories of
dead men who paid their dues

This city comes alive at night
when sunlight goes to sleep
but the light will never grace the faces
of the souls on which it feeds

Still I smell the stench of brimstone
coursing through the air
A dark miasma born to kill
something wicked comes beware

Take my hand and walk with me on a journey of despair
Underneath these pristine streets lies a world in disrepair
Strewn about like broken glass, the souls at which you gloat
The broken shards may cut your feet; my blade will slit your throat