Gates Of Oblivion

Trash Rejects
Trash Rejects
Trash Rejects
Notorious scum, fists and fangs
Come and get some
Come and get some

Chained up in darkness, we are renegades
Waiting for the time to eradicate

A silent, colossal, creeping death
The thunder was its voice
Hold on to anger, spread like wildfire
From the still dark, like a vampire
Like a vampire

The thunder was its voice
The death that had come had left no trace
Save destruction itself
The inmost soul of human fear and agony
Clawed hopelessly at the ebony gates of oblivion
A silent, colossal, creeping death

Trash Rejects
Trash Rejects
Trash Rejects
Notorious scum, fists and fangs
Come and get some
Come and get some

A silent, colossal, creeping death
Gates of oblivion
At the ebony gates of oblivion