paroles de chanson Open the Gate - C4$pa-308

You were too late
Open the gate
Burn of the sage
Black book recipe
I've been awake for a million hours
Looking like Kami from atop the tower
Physical prowess runs thru me
Blood of the cowards runs thru you
I don't fuck with anything or anyone I'll run you through
Slitting my wrists while I baptize the world whilst I fill up my chalice of misery
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Mother fucker can't get a hold of me, honestly leave me be

Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
You were too late
Open the gate