The Ghost’s Town
Reverend, I did not confess
So, I lay in uneasy rest
Until duty called
in Miracle
Bloody are the streets that I stalk,
In the burnt trees, red-eyed crows flock
Bloodier still is
Soiled Miracle
Every citizen, full of sin
My knife doesn't know where to begin
Carving the cancer
of Miracle
Eager blade sings with every slice
Every reaped life fulfills my price
Silence settles on
Doomed Miracle


