Windows - At the Gates

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 blasphemey for your soul