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In the night the knives did fly

Now an echo of the past

The voices are gone

Streets were full of renegades,

Half deceased and half remain:

Parade of undead

Leather, chains wearing the crown

now there's nothing but decay

the memories fade

You will hear that they were there

swear before the ancient gods,

as legends once told

Streets drown with stories

In the realm of the damned

The city recalling

Where the underdog reigns

Someone set the church on fire,

Laughing at the graveyard gates,

A nun on the run

While the cross changes upside down

Years gone by, but she still cries

And prays for her life

Now a lifeless corpse alive

in his veins is set a jam

Of plaster and dust

He's not missing the old days

Can't remember his own name

We owe him respect

Streets drown with stories

In the realm of the damned

The city recalling

Where the underdog reigns

Pocket knives stabbing the night

while the terror reigned around

In alleys of death

Broken souls walking the edge

Half deceased and half remain:

parade of undead

All the temples made for loud

In destruction found a place

Torn down to the ground

Faded posters and stray cats

Now in ruins dwell inside

The glory is gone

Streets drown with stories

In the realm of the damned

The city recalling

Where the underdog reigns

Streets drown with stories

In the realm of the damned

The city recalling

Where the underdog reigns

IN THE REALM OF THE DAMNED