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Description
There’s a place upon a bay
Built of cement and rope upon soil
We’ve installed gutters that flow with muck
To separate blood from oil

Its baron sits upon a throne
Of solid bone and marrow,
He keeps a blade upon his palm
And hides within a shadow

There's a smell beneath the floors
And a darkness that is stiff,
There are echoes from the chambers
That are hanging off of cliffs

A man behind his wretched iron
Stripped, with a bag ‘round his head
He sometimes screams as the floor
Is stained with his deepest red

An army breaks down the door,
To reap you of your bread
Those soldiers sleep with nothing
But broken bricks in their bed

There is a price you can’t pay
And prayers that should be said
We break your filthy, martyred flesh
But take your pride instead.

Description
There’s a place upon a bay
Built of cement and rope upon soil
We’ve installed gutters that flow with muck
To separate blood from oil

Its baron sits upon a throne
Of solid bone and marrow,
He keeps a blade upon his palm
And hides within a shadow

There's a smell beneath the floors
And a darkness that is stiff,
There are echoes from the chambers
That are hanging off of cliffs

A man behind his wretched iron
Stripped, with a bag ‘round his head
He sometimes screams as the floor
Is stained with his deepest red

An army breaks down the door,
To reap you of your bread
Those soldiers sleep with nothing
But broken bricks in their bed

There is a price you can’t pay
And prayers that should be said
We break your filthy, martyred flesh
But take your pride instead.