Death And The City — Born From Pain

All around The stench of death The smell of wasted years Fallen beauty The sickness grows Rain on concrete Like the tears The greyness looms The henchmen wait Be quick to master fear A place called home In a bitter world Rain on concrete Like the tears

White king reigns Bring the pain Blood on the sidewalk Death in the streets

In this city Fallen from grace Beyond every sin Feel the sickness grow...

Blood on the sidewalk Death in the streets