Night Comes, Blood Black - At the Gates

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

Niight 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

Niight comes, blood-black

Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh

Religion rots your mind, «God» will free you of your soul