Texty:
At The Gates Into The Dead Sky

[Instrumental] 'Recently it has become possible for man to chemically alter his mental state and thus alter his point of view. He than can restructure

Let the rain pour down from God above With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind at

, and drink his moonshine,A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!I rode into town with my ax in my holster,Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster.A farmer at

, and drink his moonshine A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine I rode into town with my axe in my holster Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster A farmer at

mangler, The Boston Strangler Heated and trapped in a fury of hate Daredevil, the rhyme rebel, my heart terminates Subduin' and pulverizin' ya head Ya bled, fell dead, and your tombstone read Rza-to-the-recta, Grym-to-the-reap Unda-to-the-taker, Gate

walk up to his house, knock on his door Let 'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge Backed up by an A-K Fore you go to bed at night you bitches better

haunts you when you sleep alone at night your rituals and your exorcisms, to me they don't mean shit i laugh at your religion, at left satans hand i

scared Sitting at the table you so eagerly prepared Are you ready? Here's the world in a nutshell Evil is everywhere, everybody got a place in Hell And Heaven's gates

[Music:Rettke/Paeth/Hunecke - Words: Rettke] [Vocal intro:] A lonely room A covered world The sun is drifting slowly A dead end street Behind the walls