Wolves At The Gate Peace That Starts The War
Scratching and clawing
These voices fight for my life they're saying
“This is who you are: you're a fake, you're a sham, you aren't fooling [no one]”
No one can condemn me for a debt or crime that has been paid off
Nothing divides or separates
Cut me open till it's all run dry
Kill the life of death that's in my eye
Open up my aching ribs and crush this stone until it truly lives
This is the peace that starts the war
Screaming and growling
These voices fight for their life they're claiming
“Hеlp is retreating. You are lost, all alonе, with a hope that's dead and [conquered]”
“Conquered” is the name that's placed upon the hell that waited for me
Death is dead and loosened its grip
Cut me open till it's all run dry
Kill the life of death that's in my eye
Open up my aching ribs and crush this stone until it truly lives
This is the peace that starts the war
My eyes are fixed on the final war
All I see is peace, war
