City of the Dead Lyrics

Gone forever in the meadow of rye
Youthful lust beneath the summer sky
Her sweetheart died a suicide
When he lost his love to the temple of lies

City of the dead
City of the dead - will crush your dreams
City of the dead - will clip your wings
City of the dead - is here to break you
City of the dead - is here to make you


Twenty six months, she's grown old
Bled to death on the streets of gold
A raggedy whore she will die
And burn in the flames of paradise

City of the dead - will crush your dreams
City of the dead - will clip your wings
City of the dead - is here to break you
City of the dead - is here to make you now