I was waiting on a moments But the moment never came All the billion other moments Were just slipping all away I must have been tripping (Was just slippin

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At The Gates. All Life Ends. A les portes. Tota la Vida Finalitza.
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My life fades the visions dim, all that remains are memories I remember a time of chaos, time of war As men began to feed on man, only the scavengers

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At The Gates. At The Gates. A les portes. A les portes.
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at the gates Lord of chaos let me sleep space is deep Lord of chaos... through the gates the journey goes on the fate of my immortal soul through the gates

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At The Gates. Terminal Spirit Disease. And The World Returned. A les portes. Terminal de la malaltia Esperit. I El Mundo retornats.
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(instrumental)

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At The Gates. The Red In The Sky Is Ours. City of Screaming Statues. A les portes. El Roig al cel és la nostra. Ciutat de les Estàtues Cridant.
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City of screaming statues Your soul will grow to understand and respect this place It will be with you in your heart, on your journey The gates of the

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At The Gates. Cold. A les portes. Freda.
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To rid the earth of the filth, to rid the earth of the lies To will the rise above, tearing my insides out I feel my soul go cold, only the dead are smiling

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At The Gates. Forever Blind (3:58). A les portes. Sempre Cecs (03:58).
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In this cell that is ours there is no pity No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul No beckoning to a warm horizon The sun shall never greet my eyes

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At The Gates. With Fear I Kiss The Burning Darkness. Blood Of The Sunsets. A les portes. Amb por em petó l'ardent foscor. La sang dels capvespres.
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The sun sets in a sea of love Stab your demoniac smile in my brain Seduce me with the blood of the sunsets Lock me out from my body and it's pain The

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At The Gates. Nausea. A les portes. Nàusees.
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Release me from your world of lies I cannot bear this pain Degenerate machinery The monster we create Nausea, oh sweet nausea Genetic bar code hell

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At The Gates. Into The Dead Sky. A les portes. Al cel Mort.
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(Instrumental)

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At The Gates. Terminal Spirit Disease. Forever Blind. A les portes. Terminal de la malaltia Esperit. Sempre Cecs.
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In this cell that is ours there is no pity No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul No beckoning to a warm horizon The sun shall never greet my eyes

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At The Gates. With Fear I Kiss The Burning Darkness. Ever-opening Flower. A les portes. Amb por em petó l'ardent foscor. Cada vegada més l'obertura de la flor.
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Music: Anders/Alf/AT THE GATES Lyrics: Tomas Ever-opening flower Feed me seven notes of love Let its wine burn through my veins and free my soul from

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At The Gates. Need. A les portes. Necessites.
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Because of my love for all living things I choose to die Open me, with your kiss of steel End my pain, set me free For we are enslaved, forever enslaved

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At The Gates. The Red In The Sky Is Ours. Claws of Laughter Dead. A les portes. El Roig al cel és la nostra. Arpes de Morts Riure.
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Ride the wind My aggressions mirrored themselves in her eyes As the blade was ripping up her insides Her eyes Stabbing and stabbing My love fell dead

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At The Gates. The Red In The Sky Is Ours. Neverwhere. A les portes. El Roig al cel és la nostra. Neverwhere.
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of colour Eager to be erased Innumerable stare behind frozen eyes Wanderers strayed from eternity's path Longed for to come, to rest at last Limitless

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At The Gates. The Red In The Sky Is Ours. Night Comes, Blood Black. A les portes. El Roig al cel és la nostra. Arriba la nit, la sang Negre.
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Clouds, black of deep nights Dim my sight, block my eyes From the truth, from the flesh Black in torment steeped A force worse than hell unleashed Let

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At The Gates. Suicidal Final Art. Slaughter Of The Soul. A les portes. Suicidal Final d'Art. Massacre del Alma.
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Never again On your force fed illusions to choke You feed off my pain Fee off my life There won't be another dawn We will reap as we have sown Always

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At The Gates. Blinded By Fear. A les portes. Blinder By Fear.
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We are blind to the worlds within us, waiting to be born I cast aside my chains Fall from reality Purgatory unleashed Now burn the face of the earth

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