At The Gates I see the vultures over the head, They're circling for the waking dead, Walking the line, Mile after mile, Seems so much further then I ever thought, Have I lost my way?
So I'll stand at the gates, Screaming I am not afraid, But there's no-one listening to me, I know I'm to blame, For my hands amongst the flames, I just want to feel alive.
As I stumble down this unlit road, My legs buckle underneath the load, Though it twists and turns, My muscles burn, I keep going to stop me from thinking, That I've lost my way.
So I'll stand at the gates, Screaming I am not afraid,
But there's no-one listening to me, But I know I'm to blame, For my hands amongst the flames, But I just want to feel alive.
March on, march on, until I'm at the gates, March on, march on,
So I'll stand at the gates, Screaming I am not afraid, But there's no-one listening to me, But I know I'm to blame, For my hands amongst the flames, But I just want to feel alive.
March on, march on, March on, march on, March on, march on, March on, march on,