Slaughter Of The Soul — At The Gates

Never again On your force-fed illusions to choke You feed off my pain Fee off my life There won't be another dawn We will reap as we have sown Always the same My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will read as we have sewn Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children  born of sin Tear your soul apart