Evil Upon The Gates

Evil Upon The Gates

Standing, singing at the gates of heaven

Silent, tediously waiting for me

O brother, why the surprise to my dispossession

Blood darker than the black sea

A face not so innocent

Yet standing at the most high gates

The greatest man in the world, I am not equivalent

One step closer, I treacherously test my fate

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