The Red in the Sky Is Ours

Precious Flame of life, so Elusive A spark being trampled to ashes And spread by the winds of time This garden is a silent one Nothing moves but thoughts The thoughts of those in silent memory This they know, this they understand There is darkness ev

"God" "Creator" Deceiver, you are the sinner. I cast you down from your throne of lies And accuse you of a thousand sins Perished in the flames of what you call Hell I proclaim your kingdom as lost forever A thousand colors invade All

The Red In The Sky Is Ours/The Season To Come - At the Gates Hunger, the word of wolves Rhythms collapse against closed doors Hearts frozen in time Blood stains our sight The red in the sky is ours Hunger, soulrot Thirst for higher rush of pain Hands