The Blackened Memory - The Murders in the Rue Morgue

[verse] Rain falls hard, Paris streets drown in gloom, Whispers of death, echo from that cursed room. Dupin’s mind, sharp like a blade in the night, Truth’s in the shadows, ‘bout to bring it to light. [chorus] Rue Morgue’s bleedin’, secrets carved in the dark, Murders unsolved, till Dupin lights the spark. Blood on the walls, truth’s a beast to unfold, In the heart of the night, where the killer runs cold. [verse] Cobbled streets, fog so thick, hides the devil’s work, Rue Morgue’s locked, but the screams still lurk. Two souls gone, slashed and torn, in a sealed-up flat, Windows barred, door’s bolted, how it happen like that? Dupin steps in, pipe lit, eyes like a hawk, Mind’s a maze, unravelin’ clues as he talks. Bloodstains speak, broken glass, chimney’s tight, Somethin’ wild, not human, struck in the dead of night. Clues in the dark, clues in the dark. [chorus] Rue Morgue’s bleedin’, secrets carved in the dark, Murders unsolved, till Dupin lights the spark. Blood on the walls, truth’s a beast to unfold, In the heart of the night, where the killer runs cold. [verse] Cops are lost, chasin’ ghosts, theories fall apart, Dupin’s cool, calculatin’, reads the crime like art. Hair in the hand, not a man’s, coarse and thick as rope, Voice in the night, guttural, crushin’ all their hope. Sailor’s tale, ship from hell, brought a beast to shore, Ape unleashed, primal rage, blood and gore galore. Climbed the walls, tore through flesh, left the scene in dread, Dupin’s pen, cracks the case, puts the fear to bed. Clues in the dark, clues in the dark. [verse] Rain falls hard, Paris streets drown in gloom, Whispers of death, echo from that cursed room. Dupin’s mind, sharp like a blade in the night, Truth’s in the shadows, ‘bout to bring it to light. [chorus] Rue Morgue’s bleedin’, secrets carved in the dark, Murders unsolved, till Dupin lights the spark. Blood on the walls, truth’s a beast to unfold, In the heart of the night, where the killer runs cold. [verse] City sleeps, but the morgue holds its grisly tale, Dupin’s logic, cold as steel, never gonna fail. Tracks the sailor, finds the truth, beast that broke the chain, Savage claws, no human laws, left a scene of pain. Noir streets hum, gaslight flickers, shadows play their game, Dupin’s name, etched in time, carries all the fame. Case is closed, but the chill lingers in the air, Rue Morgue’s ghosts, they don’t rest, death is everywhere. Clues in the dark, clues in the dark.