At The Gates Songtext
von Blind Mess

AT THE GATES

We flow, we fly
Under our consciousness
We hear, distant chants
I can′t say where they come from

Reality is becoming
Increasingly blurred
I feel comfortable numb
And then I reach the gate


My emotions are iiiiiceeed!
Snow plough in my brain
Tell me, what is the price?

Overwhelmed, overtired
I'm lost in the woods
I can′t find my way home
But I own the dope!

I take a look at my friends
They were lost in the wood
I find me bath in their guts
I've must killed them all!

My emotions are iiiiiceeed!
I'm gettin′ insane!
Tell me, what is the price?