'humanity - the living end, a wlaking disease Beyond good and evil, the flesh that never rest The flames of the end inside us rest'
[Instrumental] 'Humanity - the living end, a walking disease Beyond good and evil, the flesh that never rests The flames of the end inside us rest'
Tradução: En las puertas. Las llamas de la final.
lies I've seen the fire burning your temple Ashes and dust return to the Earth As we summon the night And flames lick at the gates Their dominion decays
you're gone... wind chokes on the ashes as acrid smoke strangles the sun their jealous arrows ran, hollow drums pound at the gates breaking the din
of that I wanted ones The way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with son So now we out of town with Guyanese cats Up in they gates bubbling
in flames Let my sin meet the pain Now I claim the darkness truth When the end's calling me ... I'll be free Don't you look at me My oblivion gates
stare at the cross, Thinking in ways that have Christ at a loss, Kick your ass out through the lord?s pearly gates, When heaven burns and engulfed into flame
to the sky Reach the other side Open wide the gate Enter the sixth circle of barren land and flames Passing through the gate of dis the furies scream
gates and wait backwards like Bizarro Bizarre, strange, got maggots in my brains Faggots roll down the hill and burn, burn in the FLAMES [Chorus x2]
path in the never ending tunnel. At the end of the tunnel I see a beast. He speaks to me... "Your human spirit haw now arrived at the end of the silver
over. The chest aches and swells though in eternal sleep, in eternal sleep. Fret not, my dear, we'll meet again at Saint Peter's gates. Reignite the fires
to hear a steady homing beam, our ears are balked by stifled moans and howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men, clawing at the gates
the reveille horn. Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame
realm's bleeding It suffers Old and weak No further arguing There is war at hand The system's failing Engines running Then after all I sense the end
at the jaws of the pit The heat scorch my flesh The fall seem never to end My hair burn My eyes can't see The flames slowly eat my soul The pain tears