Testi:
At The Gates The Beautiful Wound

let this die My intellect bund My will amputated It's a sweet little need Your need to be hated Ugly, drugged and fevered By bitterness warped Your beauty

Traduzione: At The Gates. La Ferita Beautiful.

walkin with hits on the grills Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons Coke and the doom, scheme; I'll leave you open with wounds

have sealed your wounds The flowers slowly decay In pain I see the falling rain drops As they cover my naked flesh At the gates of teh ancient light

more niggas at their peaks than a mountain do Maintenance at the Fontainebleau's all they're amounting to Rip ya to bits for the sake of counting you, leave ya wound

shallow You led by example Your life was the blueprint I was supposed to go follow Back to fishing due to the fact you missing At a crossroads 'cause at