Cold stones build up this city
Without faith and without hope
Money make the good times flow
Behind the carpet of gore and hate
Blood is the result of all of their lies
In this cemetery freedom will die
Is it my part to keep our faith?
Or my fault if we die in the ruins of life?
There is no throne for the uncrowned queen
The whore who makes all kingdoms fall
She knows the suffer of her city
But she looks down on them with a smile
Her merciless hand grab for their throat
To end the sorrow in that way she loves
All the people, they're begging for mercy
But there is no forgineness without remorse
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