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At The Gates Claws Of Laughter Dead

As the blade was ripping up her insides Her eyes Stabbing and stabbing My love fell dead to the floor Together with sheds of my sanity Dead in the abscence

I see glimpses of them from their monoliths and tombs Their claws grate heavily against the ancient marbled ruins I hear their sinister laughter echoed