Testi:
At The Gates Slaughter Of The Soul

My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will read as we have sewn Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children born of sin Tear your soul

Traduzione: At The Gates. Slaughter Of The Soul.

shit that I reflect Niggas know I exist only to wreck Won't let the verse loosen til you sign the check I won't be fussin at ya, but bustin at ya I treat

I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick

let the hammer go click on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine fool its your bad time feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your

resistance behind enemy lines, making good distance At the insistence of our leaders we follow up on every lead, even a tree can be a trap But one look at

the slaughter? "Just a crack, the smallest of flaws and your legs have now failed you to crawl. You're, from the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at

disease. With each mortal shell that crumbles away One more soul is released Uncounted scores of fallen prey Languish at the gates of oblivion Outer

around this bitch tryin to find a fuckin friend But now its too late Plus I see some yellow tape Nah, thats yo soul at hells gates Fuck a 9 I gotta 37