'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'
Übersetzung: At The Gates. The Flames Of The End.
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
death No one can save your soul tonight INTO THE NIGHT INTO THE NIGHT INTO THE NIGHT INTO THE NIGHT The world's at an end, no return The flames of the
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]
sinking and sinking The flames from below dance at our feet Soon to rise up and carry us through The burning gates ablaze in glory Marvel at the fall
the heat at guys takin up space of mine [Killah Priest] Yo, yo, yo, ayo [speaking foreign tongue] Yo Black posse, clap guns at the anarchy White man
wall of life again in terrific halls In peoples' hearts burning a glorious flame In the city of gold - Travar is its name I reached the gate - paid and
Rising now in putrid doom At the center of the world! Let us welcome the Bringer of the End With open arms. Let us adorn the gates to nothingness With
end of the trail Time to giddy up, doo, wah, diddy up San Francisco, San Francisco (Giddy up, giddy up) Hope just like a candlestick in flame Sportin
heat at guys takin up space of mine [Killah Priest] Yo, yo, yo, ayo {*speaking foreign tongue*} Yo Black posse, clap guns at the anarchy White man in
Now The Clock Is Ticking, They're Committing Soul Suicide I Clench My Fists At All The Things I Should Have Said Let The Foolish Burn, It's In The End
realm's bleeding It suffers Old and weak No further argued There is war at hand (The system's weak) Engines running Then after all I sense the end is
's bleeding It suffers - Old an weak No further arguing There is war at hand The system's failing Engine's running Then after all I sense the end is
shall all live as one No rest for the wicked, the children of God The final retribution, the final curtain torn Within us the flames of the end Survival
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
do?" What would Bob do? What would Bob do? What would Bob do? What would Bob do? I was standing by a house at night, going up in flames and smoke I