The Gates…to the garden, so cold, where we seek...
A haven...to rest...the grave...layes wide
For you...for me...a knife...one slid
For you...the grave...for me...splendid
Your soul...your love...is void...is death
Die,Die,Die my love...

The Gates…to the garden, so cold, where we reek...
The sphere...to rest...the grave...layes wide
For you...for me...a knife...one slid
For you...the grave...for me...splendid
Your soul...your love...is void...is death
Die,Die,Die my love...

See a star slowly fade
Consumed in the shadow of aging
In your memories
Here I hold your lifeless being
Here I ended you

See the Moon curse this Vale
And stones stir in anger
As the knife shines in nocturnal light
And swifts in the moves to kill
Yet the voices remained in my head...

The Gates…to the garden, so cold, where we feel...
The urge...to rest...the grave...layes wide
For you...for me...a knife...one slid
For you...the grave...for me...splendid
Your soul...your love...is void...is death
Die,Die,Die my love...