Tác giả : At the Gates
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Clouds, black of deep nights 
Dim my sight, block my eyes 
From the truth, from the flesh 
 
Black in torment steeped 
A force worse than hell unleashed 
Let us pray for the final twilight 
 
Crawling up from the swamps of corrupted flesh 
Slowly stinking 
Suffocate me 
 
The night screams out the darkness 
The pain of dying worlds 
 
Crush 
 
Sunlight seems a blood smear 
Niight comes, blood-black 
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh 
Religion rots your mind, "god" will free you of your soul 
 
Clouds, black of deep nights 
Dim my sight, block my eyes 
From the truth, from my own flesh 
 
My thoughts come crushing against the walls of the hard blank 
Steel walls of your faith 
Don't question the light, black of a thousand lies 
It's everything 
 
Black, in torment steeped 
A force worse than hell unleashed 
Let us pray for the final twilight 
 
Sunlight seems a blood smear 
Niight comes, blood-black 
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh 
Religion rots your mind, "god" will free you of your soul