Lyrics The Gates of Slumber

The Gates of Slumber

The Judge

Blackend hear rotten bones. He sits upon condemnations

throne.

And oversees the torturers hand. Crushes hopes of those

long damned.

Lord of Chains. Prince of despair.

Is your heart even there.

You sit above the acts you call.

The world cares not when you fall.

He's a priest of vengeance. Societie's beast.

Devils grow fat at his feast.