At The Gates - The Language of the Dead | Текст песни

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• At The Gates
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(Verse)
The trail of the serpent
I know the waters (?) I fear
The innovation buried behind the rain of descending dead

(Chorus)
Now piercing the silence, the black(?) of a nightmare unfolds
I've awaken(?) white lies, I'm just speeding(?) in dreams

(Verse 2)
Crooked attire of the dead
Before ? come through the dark
As weakness and fortune
Break and we doom the lights(?)

(Chorus)
Now piercing the silence, the black(?) of a nightmare unfolds
I've awaken(?) white lies, I'm just speeding(?) in dreams

(Bridge)
The resolution of conflicts
Will not let out anything born
Ravage our life
A paramount to excel
(Verse 3)
At the course of the serpent
On the way destructions appear
A generation numb with ?
Ravaging weakness, a consequence of ignant souls
The reverse of perpetual, someone rises under this darkness

(Bridge)
The resolution of conflicts
Will not let out anything born
Ravage our life
A paramount to excel

(Instrumental break)

(Fade out)

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