Tekster:
Fleshgore

Oversættelse: Fleshgore. Interuterine Dilemms.

Fall Hidden the truth for the masses By the leaders of an unconscious sickness Fenced in a paling of ignorance By the shepherds with their unending

[At the Gates cover] 'We are blind to the World within us, Waiting to be born' I cast aside my chains Fall from reality Purgatory unleashed Now burn

Hard and strenuous is the fate of whom In the void of his soul Searches something that he can't ever reach, cult Punishment for the masses Horrible

We're the starving victim of the world you made for you, your thirst of power's sucking all away! Incrimination can't erase you, no, not even justice

I stare at this fool race, nobody knows she's dead Passed by in silence Lies exiled her from our minds in the yellowed pages of time Her wooden prison

Annihilation of flesh but not annihilation of lies World is the victim of men That for money will sell their own life An acid rain bleeds from clouds

Plague of humanity, slavish victim of All his dreadful deeds Leperous cadavers, bodies tied with lash Scorching through cinder's veins I take back my