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At The Gates Into The Dead Sky

into temporal form, Dark ritual of demons procreation Come on! Leave your life and join the dead in hell Masters of forgotten arts Deign to look at your

the cauldron true Filled with witches' brew. Three Norns stand at the gates, Masters of the Fates Who keep the ancient runes, Howl at the silver moon

't believe in ghosts There is only one thing left to do now And that is sending of dead The four shadows are meeting again At the cemetery gates, darkness

silent threat] [V - Archilles heel] [VI - Covenant of souls] [VII - Face to face] [VIII - Disintegration] [IX - Aftermath] Let no man breach the gate

Then this overflow of life is crushed into a liar The Gentle Soul is ripped apart and tossed into the fire First, a smile of rejection at the nearness

pour down from God above With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind at our backs, ready

just for a moment. A glimpse then gone into dark eternity, entwined with the night beneath a crimson sky. To my dead and dark dreams: A toast for thee

Drink... drink at me Skull smashing anaesthetic surgeon in mind So they closes my passage to freedom Anaesthetic? Me live! Sky purple... colour dead Dead

fury of hate Daredevil, the rhyme rebel my heart terminates Subduin and pul-ver-i-zin ya head Ya bled, fell dead, and your tombstone red Rza-to-the-recta, Grym-to-the-reap Unda-to-the-taker, Gate