Black Heart of Empire - Imperial Vengeance

Written by：Imperial Vengeance

Come with me tarry in darkling streets and we will

Secretly gaze upon scenes of inked treachery

Stray into haunted lanes wander this purgatory

Drift in this half-light of urban atrocity

Wander through this canvas and absorb the countless horrors that prevail

This godless realm of dirty deeds detestable and abhorrent detail

This silent leaden dagger's path portrays a life in grime

And a violent pen-etched horror is revealed

The cut and thrust delineates a nightmare once sublime

Black heart of empire's blood-line fast congealed

Saunter now in secret ways indulging in the sweet malaise

Life and death in all it's outlines

Twisted faces stare from tenebrous unhallowed spaces

Gas-lit scribed euphony to backdrops of perfidy

The gentry the wealthy conceited and healthy

Won't stray from those circles of light

Unheeding the pleading from mouths that need feeding

And cower in doorways at night

The aristocratic are most diplomatic

When questioned on those that need most

But scarce do they care of the misery there

Just stare at this theatre of ghosts

The grim hordes at the seven dials

Beg liberty from life at any price

Perdition in the rookeries repositories to lawlessness and vice

The subjugated play their hands in a game they cannot win

Whilst the workhouse children dream to see the sky

Crying sanctuary in the vivid flare of the lime-light burning bright

Watch the wall as the gentlemen go by

The sabbatarians gnash their teeth at Sunday 'neath three heads

As the characters weave their way across the page

Wandering lost to the desperate cost of their lives of creeping dread

Hedda blows away her pains and the velvet hits the stage

I hear St Mary's bell

Proclaim another rising sun

Six times it's warning

Once more the pallid horde of souls

Claw through the grime-caked walls

And praise their new day dawning

In the cold light of morning