Lyrics The Gate - Dunsmuir

The Gate

First they call us simple addicts
And then their laughter turned to ridicule
But now we speak the sacred language
And we shall see who is the greater fools
Gather under the watchful glare of Horus' eye
Pick up the scattered pieces and swing the gate wide
7th wanderer in 90 seconds
Dynamo running 100%
The medium is holding steady
And ready to recieve a healthy dose of omnipotence
Gather under the watchful glare of Horus' eye
Pick up the scattered pieces and swing the gate wide
Colossal golden skeletons are falling from the sky
Pick up scattered pieces and swing the gate wide
Burning under the watchful glare of Horus' eye
Pick up the scattered pieces and swing the gate wide
Colossal golden skeletons are falling from the sky
I fear my mind had begun to implode
Apologies in advance