searched my heart for love But all in vain No goddamn sun, no goddamn pain Exploring life without fear Without feeling I am one With my torment and forever blind Forever blind
I've searched my heart for love But all in vain No goddamn soul, no goddamn pain Exploring life, without fear Without feeling I am one with my torment And forever blind
Bản dịch: At The Gates. Forever Blind.
from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at
screaming at me. They keep calling my name. Am I alive? Am I dead? Tell me what's the situation? Could what I'm staring at become my final destination
we both can bone her Real quick, real sick Pull out dick Then nigga go on and riff I'll have this whole fuckin' clip On some raw dog shit Close that gate
world is sacred I'm coming home Yesterday's gone There's no today nor tomorrow I'd risk all the land The ritual failed There at the gates I'm left
world is sacred I'm coming home Yesterday's gone There's no today, no tomorrow I'm raised from the dead The ritual failed There at the gates I'm left
Well, father says it, mother says it Sister says it, brother says it Uncle says it, auntie says it Everyone at the party I'm on fire Yeah, babe, I'm
Music: Anders/Alf/AT THE GATES Lyrics: Tomas Ever-opening flower Feed me seven notes of love Let its wine burn through my veins and free my soul from
Storm the gates! Free from the pits of Hell Slaves emerge the mountain We shall destroy the accursed Heavens Advance great legions strong Crush the gates
to what we know Strong enough to stay and carry on forever Brace your soul to fight whenever In a time of fire we're searching Blind inside the mind
here me i'm what you have left here i am in this necrologue of love "at the gates of silent memory" -yes today life t hat i knew so sick of all the people
I am the darkness Hiding within your mind Walking beside you I lock the gates to hell I toll the final bell I am forever I am the blinding light Probing
knife in Her hand. She sliced the tyres on my bike and I couldn't forgive her She went blind at the age of five. We'd stand at the bedroom window and
Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol It makes homicide okay donkey and your god will forgive you Just show the saints at heaven's gate
