"Labyrinth Of London (Horror Pt. 4)" 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
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
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
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
Writer(s): Juha Raivio, Mikko Kotamaeki, Veli Honkonen, Kai Hahto, Markus Jaemsen, Aleksi Munter
