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The Gates
Opera Diabolicus Lyrics

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Value the words in my dark tale
I speak 'bout the countess of hell
With weight of guilt i bear my cross
Save me, my lord, if you can
My strength is weak and my conscience dim
Hear this plea from a troubled and afflicted soul
I light a candle with a wish for deaht as it slowly burns

When the moonlight reaches your window she sweeps out from the dark
She moves near, smooth as a cat
Her ember eyes locked on sight

Come to me, let's get lost in the twilght
Seems so long since i saw you, my dear
Dream away. come take my hand

The madam lures you into her service with words sweeter than wine
She'll pretend, fill you head up with lies then slowly slash you apart
Oh, precious life giving blood
"What lurks in the darkness?"
You will know she betrayed you from fortune once you've entered her realm

Magical moments - where is the logic that rhymes?
I'll offer my heart and soul to be by your side
Magical moments - is the truth always stronger than lies?
This cannot be happening. i'm losing my mind

Nunc anima mea turbata est
Pater, salvifica me ex hora hac
Et a peccato meo munda me
Domine, salus mea

I saw peasant girls pass the gate. one by one they walked into hell
Like sheep brought to the slaughter. never to returnTime.
I curse thee time, oh time.
The mirror speaks the truth
Dripping with new spilt blood she thought she'd found a way
The secret of eternal youth, for beauty to go by her name
Wash away all my sorrow, preserve me just the way i am

Embraced by morning but the anguish linger on
This torment does not seem to find
Infernal madness, her method for pleasure
There's no reflection at all
Oh, precious blood fills the halls. "that dreadful aptitude"
She'll make you bleed, tear your flesh into pieces or tie you upon a stake

Magical moments - here is the logic that rhymes?
I opened the gates to hell to rule by your side
Magical moments - see my skin getting smoother tonight
Can this be happening? now lick her skin clean

Deep in my heart, deep in my soul
Hear the voice begin to speak
Forever dead, forever free
And forever belongs to me
Deep in my heart, deep in my soul
Hear the voice begin to speak
Forever dead, forever free
And forever belongs to me

Forever belongs to me
Forever belongs to me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Opera Diabolicus's "The Gates" convey a dark and haunting tale of a troubled soul who speaks of the countess of hell. The singer, who bears the weight of guilt, begs for salvation and acknowledges that their strength is weak and their conscience is dim. They light a candle and make a wish for death as it slowly burns. The lyrics suggest that the countess of hell lures people into her service with words sweeter than wine, fills their heads with lies, and then slowly slashes them apart. Moreover, the singer seems to have fallen under her spell, and as they lose their mind, they seek magical moments that defy logic and reason.

The lyrics of "The Gates" pave the way for a chillingly beautiful and melodic track that combines elements of metal, rock, and opera. The song's lyrics, composition, and performance allude to the classic works of horror and gothic literature such as Bram Stoker's "Dracula," Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein," and Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven." The track incorporates various instrumentation techniques like string and piano arrangements, atmospheric soundscapes, and operatic choirs, adding depth and intricacy to the music. The song's overarching theme is one of darkness, despair, and salvation, and it evokes an intense emotional response in the listeners.

Line by Line Meaning

Value the words in my dark tale
Take heed of the story I am about to tell

I speak 'bout the countess of hell
I speak of a woman who embodies evil

With weight of guilt I bear my cross
I carry the burden of remorse for my actions

Save me, my lord, if you can
I ask for divine intervention in my plight

My strength is weak and my conscience dim
I am feeble in mind and body

Hear this plea from a troubled and afflicted soul
Listen to my desperate request from my tormented spirit

I light a candle with a wish for death as it slowly burns
I symbolically ask for the end of my misery as I watch the light flicker away

When the moonlight reaches your window she sweeps out from the dark
The ominous presence emerges from the shadow as the atmosphere becomes charged

She moves near, smooth as a cat
She creeps stealthily towards the prey, silent and subtle

Her ember eyes locked on sight
Her fiery gaze fixed upon the target

Come to me, let's get lost in the twilight
Join me in the realm of ambiguity and unknown

Seems so long since I saw you, my dear
It feels like an eternity since our last encounter

Dream away. come take my hand
Immerse yourself in the fantasy and follow me

The madam lures you into her service with words sweeter than wine
She tempts you with flattery to gain your trust and submission

She'll pretend, fill you head up with lies then slowly slash you apart
She will deceive you, corrupt your mind and then inflict merciless harm upon your being

Oh, precious life giving blood
The essential liquid that sustains life

"What lurks in the darkness?"
The mysteries and unknowns that dwell in obscurity

You will know she betrayed you from fortune once you've entered her realm
You will realize her treachery after it's too late to turn back

Magical moments - where is the logic that rhymes?
Enchanted instants - where does the coherence lie?

I'll offer my heart and soul to be by your side
I pledge my utmost devotion to be with you

Magical moments - is the truth always stronger than lies?
Enchanted instants - is honesty more potent than falsehood?

This cannot be happening. I'm losing my mind
I cannot believe this is taking place. I'm descending into madness

Nunc anima mea turbata est
My soul is now troubled

Pater, salvifica me ex hora hac
Father, save me from this hour

Et a peccato meo munda me
And cleanse me from my sins

Domine, salus mea
Lord, my savior

I saw peasant girls pass the gate. one by one they walked into hell
I witnessed innocent girls being led into a place of torment and suffering

Like sheep brought to the slaughter. never to returnTime.
Like helpless animals that are brought to their demise, never to be seen again

I curse thee time, oh time.
I express anger and resentment towards the passage of time

The mirror speaks the truth
The reflection reveals the reality

Dripping with new spilt blood she thought she'd found a way
Covered in fresh blood, she believed she had attained her goal

The secret of eternal youth, for beauty to go by her name
The elusive formula for everlasting youth and attractiveness, for her to be widely known for

Wash away all my sorrow, preserve me just the way I am
Eliminate all my pain and maintain me in my current state

Embraced by morning but the anguish linger on
Greeted by a new day, yet the torment persists

This torment does not seem to find
This anguish appears endless

Infernal madness, her method for pleasure
The demonic insanity is her vehicle of enjoyment

There's no reflection at all
There is no mirror image that reflects the reality

Oh, precious blood fills the halls. "that dreadful aptitude"
The valuable essence flows throughout the rooms. "that terrible skill"

She'll make you bleed, tear your flesh into pieces or tie you upon a stake
She shall cause you to hemorrhage, rip your skin apart or restrain you to suffer torture on a pole

Magical moments - here is the logic that rhymes?
Enchanted instants - where is the common sense that harmonizes?

I opened the gates to hell to rule by your side
I unlocked the doors to damnation to reign with you

Magical moments - see my skin getting smoother tonight
Enchanted instants - observe how my skin becomes smoother this evening

Can this be happening? Now lick her skin clean
Is this real? Now cleanse her skin with your tongue

Deep in my heart, deep in my soul
Embedded in the core of my being

Hear the voice begin to speak
Listen to the sound that starts to articulate

Forever dead, forever free
Eternally departed, eternally liberated

And forever belongs to me
And perpetuity pertains to me

Forever belongs to me
Perpetuity pertains to me

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