No Rites (For the Less Dead)

(Slaughtered a thousand times, inconceivable bloodshed)
(There is no rites for the less dead)

Born from scum in poverty
Forced to the margins of society
In the city of steel and stone
She sells her body made of flesh and bone
Each trick turned is another dollar earned
With all kinship burned, there's not a soul concerned
She dreams of a future as a mother and wife
There will be no tomorrow for this unfortunate lifе

Praying to God
To send her an angel
A figurе appears
Her angel of death

Commissioned to kill
Raped against her will
The most agonizing death
Tortured till her final breath
Mutilated, decapitated
No eulogy read
There is no rites for the less dead

No rites for the less dead
No rites for the less dead
No rites for the less dead
No rites for the less dead