الأغاني:
At The Gates And The World Returned

[instrumental]

and disco Won't you save me San Francisco? Every day so caffeinated, I wish they were Golden Gated Fillmore couldn't feel more miles away So wrap me up return

and sage Merry thug raid, may they bust in gauge Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage And my flesh return to wet clay From which I was made, my bones rot and

'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em Bentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms Rinks and links and trips

and people are just people Leave it in God's hands 'cause the devil is lethal You get what you earn also you live and you learn To expect nothing in return

the unknown Witness the end I'm bleeding I'm fading Here in my final hour When long-lost memories return And a voice keeps calling "All dead and gone

scape Arcadia Gates Twilight of lost dreams Arcadia Gates No return never more Arcadia Gates Mirror of imagination Arcadia Gates I'm a foreign in this insane world

This is where the journey ends This is what no one returned to tell Dimensions warped in times of motionless storm Now frozen worlds collide As the

And screaming out "save us from the dead"! Terror unleashed came without sound The dead crept out of their graves Horrible creatures returning to kill As graveyards open their gates