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You can still smell the smoke You can still feel the heat In this city under the sleeping stone Beneath the rubble Under the ashes Filthy marble still burns our feet Turn the lights off Lock the door Let blood red curtain fall down on chessboard floor Let broken chains jingle and dangle Let them call our names In this city, under the sleeping stone Under the trash bags Under the flames Under the ashes Under the rubble Under the trash bags Under the flames Our guardian angel - moon The glance of hope named - lighthouse In this city under the sleeping stone They both betrayed us Like dogs unleashed by their masters Let loose hungry and vicious Looking for us, in the alleys Caves and yards The curtain is cracking I can feel they coming I can hear their footsteps Let broken chains jingle and dangle Let them call our names In this city, under the sleeping stone Under the trash bags Under the flames Under the ashes, under the rubble Under the trash bags Under the flames