At The Gates - Windows

Eternal, now you live a dead lie Plague years, a walk down the trail of misery Put fire to your soul Set it ablaze A lunatic music, the end of flock kingdom Sheep, you thirst for our insanity Windows, sharp, cold Wrap your psyche in blankets of pain No more light of day We're the windows to your insanity Screaming, roaring, we'll alter your reality Dancing razors cut your sanity Windows, sharp, cold Wrap your psyche in blankets of pain Fuck you, light of worlds We're the windows to your insanity Reflections in the shattered glass Singing songs of blasphemey for your soul