Music: Anders/Alf/AT THE GATES Lyrics: Tomas Ever-opening flower Feed me seven notes of love Let its wine burn through my veins and free my soul from
Ever-opening flower Feed me seven notes of love Let it's wine burn through my veins And free my sould from it's pain Urges rage my fevered mind Held
Перевод: At The Gates. С тех Открытие Цветок (Demo).
Перевод: At The Gates. С тех Открытие Цветок.
that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate I blasterate, and have you all running master gates And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I am a major step back when my album drop I got dat wet crack flow out ya mami's pot I got dat I got dat jet black four at ya mami's spot I am trying
Therefore to a starving one, the call for hunger is potent Some kids at a young age, their skull is fractured Their mind store the sickest images ever
way? When are you gonna make mill-ions with the dividends; when are you gonna make ends generate wait? Who in the hell, left the gate open? Do you wanna
s turnin' to javelins Stabbin' MCs in the abdomen and laughin' at 'em Gravediggaz a cannibal for swoops and bats Sweat rocks as the jock and they counter react Occupation I'm a blizzard, Gate
knew everything There was to know or ever worth knowing Being with Him was to have everything I ever wanted Be everything I ever imagined And arrive at
with fear Armageddon sings his song The battle's ever near. Let the joyous celebrations of Hell begin Who holds the keys to the seven gates? Lucifer
the drugs to stop but im a major set back when my album drop I got dat wet crack flow out ya mammi's pot i got dat jet black four at ya mammi's spot
with blood... Cold-freezing shine of thine, thous shall awake the powers in me to darken the sky at day and to drown the stars at night. And he came
low to low, flow to flow I stand firm Learn to discern, circumstances are changed Do a dance with death, till my soul?s last breath When I?m at my hardest
over your mind and body, hip-hop is more than Just a flow in a party strike down the ungodly, unoriginal, hypocrites Let 'em burn at the stake like
the fire people lie Those who cannot ever be there To the river are sacrificed At the Sati ritual fires burn and burn Ganges endless waves still flow
