Interpret:

At the Gates

Album:

The Red In The Sky Is Ours

Eternal, now you live a dead lie
 Plague years, a walk down the trail of misery


 Put fire to your soul
 Set it ablaze


 A lunatic music, the end of flock kingdom
 Sheep, you thirst for our insanity


 Windows, sharp, cold
 Wrap your psyche in blankets of pain
 No more light of day
 We're the windows to your insanity


 Screaming, roaring, we'll alter your reality
 Dancing razors cut your sanity


 Windows, sharp, cold
 Wrap your psyche in blankets of pain
 Fuck you, light of worlds
 We're the windows to your insanity


 Reflections in the shattered glass
 Singing songs of blasphemy for your soul