Woorden:
At The Gates The Swarm

The living end The dwarfed soul of man The living end The sweetest of lies - it's embrace so warm So void of life - one with the promised swarm Our burning

Vertaling: At The Gates. De Zwerm.

saran wrap it One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic Killer Mike nigga! Don't you be looking at

emperor resides in baptized blood. Nero, emperor granded with Satan's flame, ordered his sorcerers to forsee the world's fate threatened by a swarm of

my stuff together I jumped in my car and was speeding down the highway Past all the deserted cars In five minutes I was at the airport but there at the gates

: Bergholtz, Dinsdale, Svensson] [Lyrics taken from Walter De La Mare's "The Green Room"] Tomorrow waits me at my gates while all my yesterdays swarm

I've seen Always through thick darksome mist Become now clear vision of consternation and awe Into soothing silenceI lapse, Under your guarding eyes I rest At the gates

is my friend And now that school is at an end He's only an excuse for me To wait here at your palace gates One glance from those two eyes Will seal

and overthrown by tyranny and dictatorship weakening it at its delicate knees. Liberation is a fabricated expression only uttered by the propagandized swarm