Terminal Spirit Disease (1994)

At The Gates Lyrics

At the Gates - The Fevered CircleLyrics

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Each day a mournful pity Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes flee, visions elude As your feeble breath is turn Six sinister thorns of beuaty The claws of the non-divine Our right to breathe Our right to bleed Forever denied What some seek in the depths of the unknown Need not be sought so far The truth of what we are Each day a fevered circle Life looks upon you with scorn Six sinister claws of darkness Strip your flesh to the bone
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