Labyrinth of London (Horror) Pt. 4 Lyrics & Tabs by Swallow the Sun
Labyrinth of London (Horror) Pt. 4
guitar chords lyrics
Fire walk with me through these old streets of London,
make me stronger to get one step closer to you again
Horror spreads through these alleys
like a plague through the harlots
By the blood of all these dirty cunts
my delicate art is being written, in blood!
For I am the sire, the noble one
Deep I cut their sinful bodies,
to get her back, piece by piece
The night she left me from this world
to the shades of everlasting
I will bring you back my love,
even just for a one life long second
She was the one, now cold and gone
Ten silver bells mourning her death,
even just for a one life long second
She was the one, now cold and gone
Ten silver bells mourning her death,
echoes on the walls in this Labyrinth of London
Charlotte Street 3 am, washed by blood
She's not worth dying for, but to die in shame
Heart of a scarlet whore, black like her native shore
One I cut out on Lavender Lane,
I will replace her chest, and we will dance
She was the one, now cold and gone
Ten silver bells mourning her death,
echoes on the walls in this Labyrinth of London
She was the one, now cold and gone
Ten silver bells marking your death,
You will be lost in this Labyrinth of London
In this Labyrinth of London
"I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new born Infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse."
4 am Palmer Street
In a circle of flames we will dance, once again
Fire walk with me through these old streets of London,
make me stronger to get one step closer to you again
Horror spreads through these alleys
like a plague through the harlots
By the blood of all these dirty cunts
my delicate art is being written, in blood!
She was the one, now cold and gone
Ten silver bells mourning her death,
echoes on the walls in this Labyrinth of London
She was the one, now cold and gone
Ten silver bells marking your death,
You will be lost in this Labyrinth of London
