Easening, [bad word] the
 Dreary images of gorgeous past.
 Hectically they do breathe
 ... spitting blood.

 Sobbing incontrollably
 Mourning it's own perished gripe
 ... the sanguine reign of terror
 And millions of souls bereaved
 Libertine and wicked
 It stands proud and glorious
 ... yet the rot's still visible 
 (oh, it's a bridal shroud!)
 Taking over the roving grandeur.
 Ecstatic in it's failure
 The insanity progresses, [bad word] forth and forth and forth
 ... ending in harrowing perdition.

 How many have been perished?
 How many have been expelled?
 ... none shall be questioned
 Noone shall be returned.

 Clad in bones and unforgiving destiny
 Filled with reek of heartless centuries
 ... colored in everlasting grey
 With blood of innocents.

 It burns, it rains, turning crimson red
 Disengaging and monstrously enlarging
 Consuming lives and devouring minds
 ... a city, the kingdom in itself.