Raudra Slum Lord

( Bridge )
Buildings built upon the remains
of previous tenants,
who fell to the flames
that burned in rosy shades,
on those vermillion to crimson landscapes

He came in like a summer draught
with flowers turning to dust,
he was looking for the indentured
who were hiding in the ruins and rust,
these broken souls, knew they were in Hell
only yet to hear their slumlord yell

( chorus )
The screams in numbers
ready to stampede,
across the broken lands
where the innocent bleed.

He stood against every cooling breeze
with riverbanks dried up and asleep,
he was standing on the indentured
looking for more souls to keep,
these broken souls, have given in
drawing breaths, whispers of anger on their skin

( chorus )
The screams in numbers
ready to stampede,
across the broken lands
where the innocent bleed.