Текст песни The Old City - Cowards

The Old City

At last the crawling chaos
Danger widespread
Embrassing fantasies of the night
Whispered warning prophecies
A threat shout out, ego guilt strike
Ego guilt strike
Pale and worried faces shiver
To the god unknown
The native blood none can tell
To the god unnamed
Swelled with fame, slender, sinister
In the small hours,
Spent with the screams of nightmare
Shrieks of the city disturb the pale
Against the sick sky, crumble in tremor
Crumble in tremor
Pale and worried
Faces shiver
To the god unknown
The native blood none can tell
To the god unnamed
The old city of unnumbered crimes
Eager to burn
Eager to burn, impressive beyond
In the sputter of my sparks
I will take from you
In your eyes
What others don’t see
You’ll never miss this long
This long
Restless crowds through the night
Hooded forms peering from behind
Grotesque in your trembling protest imposture
Leaving only
Leaving only the echoes
Of a shocking man
Scream aloud you’re not afraid
Others will scream
With you for solace
Swear to one another
You’re still the same