The Gates
to the garden, so cold, where we seek...
A haven...to rest...the grave...layes wide
For you...for me...a knife...one slid
For you...the grave...for me...splendid
Your soul...your love...is void...is d**h
Die,Die,Die my love...
The Gates
to the garden, so cold, where we reek...
The sphere...to rest...the grave...layes wide
For you...for me...a knife...one slid
For you...the grave...for me...splendid
Your soul...your love...is void...is d**h
Die,Die,Die my love...
See a star slowly fade
Consumed in the shadow of aging
In your memories
Here I hold your lifeless being
Here I ended you
See the Moon curse this Vale
And stones stir in anger
As the knife shines in nocturnal light
And swifts in the moves to k**
Yet the voices remained in my head...
The Gates
to the garden, so cold, where we feel...
The urge...to rest...the grave...layes wide
For you...for me...a knife...one slid
For you...the grave...for me...splendid
Your soul...your love...is void...is d**h
Die,Die,Die my love...