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At the Gates The Red In The Sky Is Ours 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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