At The Gates Night Comes, Blood Black
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 us pray for the final twilight
Crawling up from the swamps of corrupted flesh
Slowly stinking
Suffocate me
The night screams out the darkness
The pain of dying worlds
Crush
Sunlight seems a blood smear
Niight comes, blood-black
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
Religion rots your mind, "god" will free you of your soul
Clouds, black of deep nights
Dim my sight, block my eyes
From the truth, from my own flesh
My thoughts come crushing against the walls of the hard blank
Steel walls of your faith
Don't question the light, black of a thousand lies
It's everything
Black, in torment steeped
A force worse than hell unleashed
Let us pray for the final twilight
Sunlight seems a blood smear
Niight comes, blood-black
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
Religion rots your mind, "god" will free you of your soul
