THESE ARE THEY LYRICS

1. The Massacre

A plan in effect under a watchful eye, follow their mark under the devil's sun
Struggle for control, regain sole power, in the morning light the set up unfolds

North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds
Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall
By four, the massacre, gunned down, over seventy rounds
Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core

One alive, clinging to life, left for dead, fourteen wounds
On the floor, the seven now lie with blood, shell casing and corpses

North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds
Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall
By four, the massacre, gunned down, over seventy rounds
Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core

The aftermath divides city lines, beginning the end of ones power
Public outrage, demanding the truth, the Massacre of St. Valentine

North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds
Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall
By four, the massacre, gunned down, over seventy rounds
Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core

2. Behind The Door

Fading lights, dim the clock-tower face.
Evening trains cloak the night with filthy air.
To the levee, gunners steel, cold and blue.
Insane killers, for tonight we are loose.

What's behind the door?
Do we see the mystery?
Do we feel the welcoming?
What's behind the door?
Cheap women, flowing wine.
Four Deuces, where devils lie.

Roaring gunfire, smashing mirrors, patrons flee.
Armed with shadows, gunmen play with deadly means.
Trapdoor victims, you are now marked for death.
A vengeance rising, slicing you from your breath.

What's behind the door?
Do we see the mystery?
Do we feel the welcoming?
What's behind the door?
Cheap women, flowing wine.
Four Deuces, where devils lie.

Four floors of sin, the pleasures of the flesh.
Set aside you conscience, partake with out a shame.
Choose you poison, satisfy the crave.
A game of chance or the company of a whore.

Night work terror, calling forth patrons souls.
Grieving widows cry of death amidst the blood.
Poison flowers, tears of sweat from her eyes.
Rushed away in the night they die

What's behind the door?
Do we see the mystery?
Do we feel the welcoming?
What's behind the door?
Cheap women, flowing wine.
Four Deuces, where devils lie.

3. The Sins Of My Brothers

My tongue brought lies, like maggots to this body, we trust no more.
To sell my eyes and forsake my brethren, those I've betrayed.
Recount my tale, with every painful breath, we were a brotherhood.
Not of this blood, with honor just as deep, family wounds.

Liberate my blood of this disgrace, for I've witnessed the sins of my brothers.
Reliving my deceit in the company of lies, bleeding out on a cold basement floor.

Open the door, inviting my killer in, swallowing pride.
A warm embrace, assurance I'm forgiven, building my trust.
Prepare a meal for us to dine as family, my back is turned.
A brutal pain that takes my breath away, knocked to the floor

Liberate my blood of this disgrace, for I've witnessed the sins of my brothers.
Reliving my deceit in the company of lies, bleeding out on a cold basement floor.

My tongue brought lies, like maggots to this body, we trust no more.
To sell my eyes and forsake my brethren, those I've betrayed.
Recount my tale, with every painful breath, we were a brotherhood.
Not of this blood, with honor just as deep.

4. No Angels To Catch You

With plan of revenge in mind, from the double cross, a deal of lies
Bloods boiling, we'll set the trap, execution, my order is wrath.
Seal the North Side's fate, a bouquet for the funeral.
Enlist the killers and Yale, greet him with a shake and death.

Die with your hand in a tight grip.
Kill, at point blank they shoot.
Slay, powder burns your face.
Fall, no angels to catch you.

Devastated with uncontrolled sobs, outcries in a funeral march.
Hunt for the killers begin, incite six years of war.
From the Hellions to the rise of power, arrogance will seal your doom.
The cabaret adds to your demise, with drink "Two Guns" is out.

Die with your hand in a tight grip.
Kill, at point blank they shoot.
Slay, powder burns your face.
Fall, no angels to catch you.

5. By Phaeton's Design

I open my eyes to the darkness, finding it hard to adjust, vertigo raping my sences, the pain in my skull is severe.
Bones in my face are shattered, this body is beaten and torn, hand are bound behind my back, as I lay in the blood of my own.
Feeling the road beneath me, jarring my body abound, this plastic that surrounds me, restricting my movement at all.
I can hear their muffeled voices, conversing my fate, leading me to seclusion, to be dumped in a shallow grave.

I'm not ready to die.
I suffer in death by Phaeton's design.

The road has become more silent, moving on softer ground, traveling speed has lessened, the final approach is now.
Fear has overwhelmed me, causing my thoughts to run.
What will become of my family?
What have they done with my son?
The lid of my vessel is opened, and I'm dragged out on to the floor, ribs in my chest are breaking, from the beating I now endure.
My body is broken and lifeless, dropped in this shallow hole, the dirt now rains upon me and the reaper welcomes me home.

I'm not ready to die.
I suffer in death by Phaeton's design.

6. Cranial Hemorrhage

[originally by Devastation]

Blacking out as i fall down to the ground,
taste the blood dripping from my fractured skull,
reaching out to find help in my lifeless state,
try to call out names but nothings coming out.

Signs of life drifting farther from my grasp,
try to move, to see is just an endless blur,
realize my bitter life is ending fast,
death unfolds, my time is coming.

Cranial, Hemorrhage,
I'm bleeding violently,
weakening faster, fighting for life.

Building strength, i fight myself to move another inch,
swirling mind, I'm held back by the dizziness,
consciousness is coming very close to it's end,
spurting blood, far beyond return,
bleeding more with every single heart beat,
i feel my life slipping out away from me,
try to move, in a frantic battle,
paralyzed, from now and forever.

Cranial, Hemorrhage,
I'm bleeding violently,
weakening faster, fighting for life.

Cant fight this impetuous, forcible power,
facing death there's no way, to escape my fate,
feel as it's a dream, I'm waiting to get over,
this nightmares not ending,
i know I'm dying, and there is nothing left.

The cold touch of reality that death's taking over,
the final moments of my short life,
flashing before me, my pain is subsiding,
i have no more feelings, my time is up,
I'm fucking dead.

7. La Mano Nera

The threat is made, you've now been warned.
A choice to be had, money or life.
The collectors will follow, in the days to come.
The black hand society, respect by force.

The message has been delivered, now its time to collect in blood.
The symbolic hand in a warning, a victim of La Mano Nera.

The noose has been drawn on paper of white.
Ink runs black, the color of cold hearts.
They are many strong to enforce your fate.
The choice of life or death is the price of hate.

The message has been delivered, now its time to collect in blood.
The symbolic hand in a warning, a victim of La Mano Nera.

You will pray for your death.

The threat is made, you've now been warned.
A choice to be had, money or life.
The collectors will follow, in the days to come.
The black hand society, respect by force.

The message has been delivered, now its time to collect in blood.
The symbolic hand in a warning, a victim of La Mano Nera.

8. Evening Widows

Crying, they're deep in pain, soulless, stench of death protrudes them.
Wondering mind, killing dreams, grim reality of the night.
Cold rain pours, hell is here, needles, pins, from the sky.
Flaming light from guns ablaze, take you life, of an evening widow.

And they cry, evening widow. Will they die, evening widow?

To hillside, to bury the dead, black sedans forever come.
Enemies stare, a child will cry, plot of ground, unholy stone.
Dress of black, veil of shame, hiding fear of reprisal.
Where to turn, lady in fear, cold hand of fate, evening widow.

And they cry, evening widow. Will they die, evening widow?

9. Disposal Of Betrayers

Icy wind form the north,
Burns like devils fire.
Frozen lands give birth to war,
Water burial in our cities pride.
Dumping ground of ice and snow
Concealing eyes from fallen men,
Cascading down, the blood of those.

40 bodies bound by wire,
Deep below Decembers tide.
Funeral for the frozen flesh,
Disposal of betrayers.

The water dilutes the blood,
Cover of winter snow.

Frozen waters surround dead eyes,
Company kept of the many souls.
Disposing of betrayers,
Those against the family strength,
Never to be seen again
Until the springs thaw

40 bodies bound by wire,
Deep below Decembers tide.
Funeral for the frozen flesh,
Disposal of betrayers.

Illumination by cities light,
Casting the shadows on the waters edge.
Joining the bottom lake shore,
Weighed to sink below the surface.

Hands are tied, leg bones are crushed,
Frozen waters that fill the lungs.
Pale blue flesh by winters embrace.







THESE ARE THEY LYRICS