The Massacre - These Are They

A plan in effect under a watchful eye, follow their mark under the devil’s sun

Struggle for control, regain sole power, in the morning light the set up unfolds

North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds

Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall

By four, the massacre, gunned down, over seventy rounds

Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core

One alive, clinging to life, left for dead, fourteen wounds

On the floor, the seven now lie with blood, shell casing and corpses

North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds

Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall

By four, the massacre, gunned down, over seventy rounds

Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core

The aftermath divides city lines, beginning the end of ones power

Public outrage, demanding the truth, the Massacre of St. Valentine

North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds

Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall

Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core