At The Gates

Ride the wind
My aggressions mirrored themselves in her eyes
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 of agony
Shes still here with me
As hell turns to ice
Her dead eyes staring deep into my soul
Into the carved out hole
Sweeping forth, the wind without no name
My mind is raped by insanity
Now her blood flows in my veins