To dare see beyond - is to believe There's no absolution - No penance to endure As I choose my own dagger To tear through - this cloak of deceit As we crawl through our lives As we wade through their filth Upon the throne in chains True humanity prevails
[02:07.352]To dare see beyond - is to believe [02:12.123]There's no absolution - No penance to endure [02:16.729]As I choose my own dagger [02:21.873]To tear through - this cloak of deceit [02:36.390]As we crawl through our lives [02:41.230]As we wade through their filth [02:46.391]Upon the throne in chains [02:51.075]True humanity prevails
To dare see beyond - is to believe There's no absolution - No penance to endure As I choose my own dagger To tear through - this cloak of deceit As we crawl through our lives As we wade through their filth Upon the throne in chains True humanity prevails
Forever burn! To see the wormhole in your eyes fall to earth And plague my heavens black With fear I kiss the burning darkness Forever burn Leave not ...
Hunger, and the world is reduced Reduced to the surface of her skin His bones began to fill with words Like a monolith once lost As our ash crown the ...
When the yellow dies under the velvet thoughts Blood-bubbles nestled in thorns I have travelled through suns, And the darkness of the end Now I surren...
Slaughter Of The Soul -At the Gates Never again On your forcefed illusions to choke You feed off my pain Feed off my life There won't be another dawn ...
As I penetrate your soul Feel the fire shoot through your body As I slip into your throne Cast aside, do as you will I care not how you plead Satan's ...
Captor of Sin （Cover ）-At the Gates As I penetrate your soul Feel the fire shoot through your body As I slip into your throne Cast aside do as you wil...
City of screaming statues It will be with your in your heart, on your journey The gates of city lies before you Chase your visions, slay your fears Wh...
Let the language be the blade Dead it stares into our empty lives Created needs As tumors they grow The swarming worms of a thousand lies A thousand ...
Language, self-destruction Against the iron air In broken, nonverbal strains An all-devouring sand The phantasm We invoke A monument A final stand We ...