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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

Traducció: A les portes. Massacre del Alma.

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

Comments With Creeps Plus My Lack Of Sleep And The Thoughts Of Slaughtered Sheep Being Hurdled Over A Gate Each Counting At Me Gurgling Blood Untill They Slap As I Look At

. With each mortal shell that crumbles away One more soul is released Uncounted scores of fallen prey Languish at the gates of oblivion Outer gods and

without a sword. She regained their hope and faith. Draining the liar in the crimson water. To bring him eternal pain. His soul is slaughtered. Eternalizing