At The Gates. The Red In The Sky Is Ours. Through Gardens of Grief. At The Gates. Το κόκκινο In The Sky είναι δική μας. Μέσα από τους κήπους της θλίψης.
... are in hell, and yet so cold Gardens of grief There's no God to punish us, and yet we suffer Throughout so many lifetimes in this garden I have dwelt
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