Hounds Ditch

Yeah-yeah

Have mercy on the city, she's a dying whore
I never said these streets were paved with gold
The shallow graves are overflowing and the Thames runs red
Is this enough to make your blood run cold?

Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold
Upon the angels coming judgement day
Dead hounds and a triple-horned messiah
Motion for redemption in the ripper's way

Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire
To raise the omens of an unknown faith
The devil's virtues overpowering the wrath of God
And twist the blade upon the human race

The wolf is loose and in this city it's a fatal flaw
To see the beast under a funeral moon
Can't shake the paranoia that the end is nigh
When you're spoiling in a lousy tomb

Healing through fire
Healing through fire
Healing through fire
Healing through fire

Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs
Hunting the blood that they crave (blood that they crave)
Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night
You pray for your life to be saved (your life to be saved)

Howling like banshees, so full of despair
A death knell to all that they cross (all that they cross)
Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of Hell
Devouring the flesh of the lost (flesh of the lost)

Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick
They see not the evil at hand (the evil at hand)
Animals rising from ash covered tombs
For vengeance upon every man (vengeance upon every man)

Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw (thaw)
Feed on souls of the broke (souls of the broke)
Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats
That feed on their throats as they choke (throats as they choke)



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Ward, Joe Hoare, Chris Turner, Martyn Millard
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