London - Sparklehorse (闪马) I wander through each chartered street Near where the chartered thames does flow And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness marks of woe In every cry of every man In every infant's cry of fear In every voice in every ban The mind forged manacles I hear How the chimney sweeper's cry Every blackening church appalls And the hapless soldier's sigh Runs in blood down palace walls But most through midnight streets I hear How the youthful harlot's curse Blasts the new-born infant's tear And blights with plagues the marriage hearse I wander through each chartered street Near where the chartered thames does flow And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness marks of woe