With the sound of falling bottles and the breaking of glass
Alcohol fumes are feeding the laughs
This city fills it black lungs to erupt its poisonous gas
Darkness is dripping of the walls to amass in its gin
The hopelessness of generations at an infamous rivers pass

And where the sturdy people of a town can break everything down
This people took it all and overcame the grain
Nazareth was the name, Black was its fame

Mills are grinding away the fuel of no hope
People are wearing their faithless crown
And yet they survived and left a place of pain

Welcome to Black Nazareth!

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