Letras:
At The Gates Into The Dead Sky

[Instrumental] 'Recently it has become possible for man to chemically alter his mental state and thus alter his point of view. He than can restructure

but just for a moment. A glimpse then gone into dark eternity, entwined with the night beneath a crimson sky. To my dead and dark dreams: A toast for

his moonshine A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine! I rode into town with my axe in my holster Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster The sherrif at

ghosts" There is only one thing left to do now And that is "Sending of Dead" The four shadows are meeting again At the cemetery gates, darkness is a

the mother grief And the blue gates of Death Open armwide Open teethwide Lucifer over London All dead like the leaves Old time shiver Old dead calendar

eyes? As the world grows dark, And the mysteries thicken around thee. Secrets revealed in the shrines of the dead, That speak in tongues of a gate. A

up to the burning sky, Damned souls grouping on the dark, Going round the stretched arms. Bodies, faces, Unnaturally bended in pain, Lifeless eyes staring at

the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse

Let the rain pour down from God above With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind at