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At The Gates - The Scar At The Gates - The Scar |
*** Autor textu: Lindberg *** Autor hudby: At The Gates | The Scar
Empty streets fill my mind
Autumn has come to numb me blind
The end it reaches out for me
My soul still calling to be free
I want the energy to breathe, to clear thier poisoned minds
The energy i am, to end thier pointless lives
9. Night Comes, Blood Black
Clouds, black of deep nights
Dim my sight, block my eyes
From the truth, from the flesh
Black in torment steeped
A force worse than Hell unleashed
Let us pray for the final twilight
Crawling up from the swamps of corrupted flesh
slowly stinking
suffocate me
The night screams out the darkness
The pain of dying worlds
Crush
Sunlight seems a blood smear
Niight comes, blood-black
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
Religion rots your mind, "God" will free you of your soul
Clouds, black of deep nights
Dim my sight, block my eyes
From the truth, from my own flesh
My thoughts come crushing against the walls of the hard
blank
Steel walls of your faith
Don't question the light, black of a thousand lies
It's everything
Black, in torment steeped
A force worse than Hell unleashed
Let us pray for the final twilight
Sunlight seems a blood smear
Niight comes, blood-black
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
Religion rots your mind, "God" will free you of your soul
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