Текст песни Terminal Spirit Disease - At the Gates
Can
you
feel
the
pain
I
feel?
I′ve
lost
all
sense
of
what
is
real
I'm
lost,
in
a
world
I
detest
Can
you
feel
the
pain
I
feel?
This
wound
I′ve
got
will
never
heal
I'm
lost,
in
the
serpents
own
nest
Oh,
set
me
free,
crucify
life
itself
And
let
your
joy
be
the
reality
Our
suffering
life,
the
dream
Pain,
the
highest
order
Scorching
the
inside
of
my
skin
Terminal
spirit
disease
An
itch
of
thirst
twisting
my
tortured
nerves
Kill
the
worm
that
is
depression
Join
the
leeches
of
oppression
Unpure,
twisted,
logic
now
die
Kill
the
worm
that
is
depression
My
fevered
circle
of
damnation
Consumed
by
this
torment
divine
Oh,
set
me
free,
crucify
life
itself
And
let
your
joy
be
the
reality
Our
suffering
life,
the
dream
Pain,
the
highest
order
Scorching
the
inside
of
my
skin
Terminal
spirit
disease
An
itch
of
thirst
twisting
my
tortured
nerves
Terminal
spirit
disease
Terminal
spirit
disease
Kill
the
worm
that
is
depression
Join
the
leeches
of
oppression
Unpure,
twisted,
logic
now
die
Kill
the
worm
that
is
depression
My
fevered
circle,
circle
of
damnation
Consumed
by
this
torment
divine
Your
souls
condemned
to
sing
of
life
Must
die
to
be
set
free
Terminal
spirit
disease
Terminal
spirit
disease
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