Interpret:

At the Gates

Album:

The Red In The Sky Is Ours

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
 Night 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
 Night comes, blood-black
 Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
 Religion rots your mind, "God" will free you of your soul