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At the Gates |
| 4 Plötur - 37 Lyrics |
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 Æviágrip At the Gates |
At the Gates hefur engin ævisaga á síðuna í þínu tungumáli. Þú getur bætt með því að smella á tengilinn hér að neðan.
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Catch fire just like a living disease
Unholy desire a world on it's knees
Our burning minds they are ridden of hope
In a dreaming utopia dead on dope
A generation of obscenities
We have lost our faith in our own creativity
What is evil, but good
Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst?
The living end
The dwarfed soul of man
The living end
The sweetest of lies it's embrace so warm
So void of life one with the promised swarm
Our burning minds they are ridden of hope
In a dreaming utopia dead on dope
A generation of obscenities
Our ignorance will be the end of humanity
A dead nation under one dead god
The living end
The dwarfed soul of man
The living end
Written in napalm over genetic wastelands
We move on, our fate is to die by our own hand
A dead nation under one dead god
What is evil, but good
Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst?
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