Letras:
At The Gates Slaughter Of The Soul

same My tired eyes have seen enough Of all your lies My hate is blind [Chorus:] Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children - born of sin Tear your soul

Tradução: En las puertas. Masacre de El Alma.

: I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick

let the hammer go click on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine fool its your bad time feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head

the ship is sinking Calls himself the Bishop-Prince and blood's his favorite wine Gardens grow as people know and sense the smell of slaughter Every soul

the gate, on for the realla A thrilla for a natural born killa Gi gi gi gi, ga,ga, they call me Dada Six million ways to murder, choose one Lose one soul

spike? In order to see pearly factory gates - We all learn our places (pre-destined fates). God fearing people with minimal goals, Led to the slaughter - "tools with souls

haunts you when you sleep alone at night your rituals and your exorcisms, to me they don't mean shit i laugh at your religion, at left satans hand i

lamb that once been slaughtered The angel's face turned pale as he saw them He left the halls at once, frightened to death The lamb took the blackened soul