Black Stitch from Darkest Regions by Thieves

Steel stretched for miles on the ground
A frozen scar splits the heart of the town
These doorways dark, these streets lay bare
A weary breath hangs chilled in the air
Footsteps laden with ice line the stone
Here the wayward make their homes
Passengers wait with the wind at their backs
The ghosts sleeping under the tracks

The engine arrives
Wind clawing at our eyes
Hours weigh upon the night
The engine appears
Bells ringing in our ears
Minutes weigh upon our eyes

The light falls faded green upon our skin
Land coursing all around like a black river
These passengers are carried with the weight of the wheels
Without a thought of what lies underneath them

• Dark
• Hardcore
• Heavy
• Metal
• Midwest
• Thieves
• Chicago