Wounded Kings
Wounded Kings - Gates Of Oblivion lyrics
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The freezing dusk is closing in Like a slow trap of steel You feel your mind is cracking at the seams In this frozen grip of hell The skies are weeping blood As the sirens slowly scream The faces in the shadow Stay hidden in my dreams The black fog is rising again Like a cold shroud of hate The longing for salvation overwhelms your broken soul In the nine circles of hell The skies are weeping blood As the sirens slowly scream The faces in the shadow Stay hidden in my dreams Desire for a world beyond this Relinquish your soul to the black abyss Desire for a world beyond this Relinquish your soul to Lucifer's kiss Desire for a world beyond this Relinquish your soul to death's embrace