At The Gates. The Red In The Sky Is Ours. Claws of Laughter Dead. By die hekke. Die Rooi In The Sky is ons s'n. Die kloue van die Gelag dooies.
...As the blade was ripping up her insides Her eyes Stabbing and stabbing My love fell dead to the floor Together with sheds of my sanity Dead in the abscence
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