Den siste gitarrhjälten

Idag är det 11 år sedan Dimebag Darrel Lance Abbott mördades på scen under en konsert i Ohio av marinsoldaten Nathan Gale.

Gale stormade scenen från bakvägen, grep han tag i Darrels hår och sköt honom med tre skott i nacken för att sedan börja skjuta vilt omkring sig och sköt ihjäl fyra personer och skadade två innan en polis sköt ihjäl honom.


Dimebag Darrel blev 38 år.

Cemetery Gates

 Reverend reverend is this some conspiracy?

 Crucified for no sins

 An image beneath me

 Whats within our plans for life

 It all seems so unreal

 I'm a man cut in half in this world

 Left in my misery...

 The reverend he turned to me

 Without a tear in his eyes

 It's nothing new for him to see

 I didn't ask him why

 I will remember

 The love our souls had

 Sworn to make

 Now I watch the falling rain

 All my mind can see

 Now is your (face)

 Well I guess

 You took my youth

 I gave it all away

 Like the birth of a

 New-found joy

 This love would end in rage

 And when she died

 I couldn't cry

 The pride within my soul

 You left me incomplete

 All alone as the

 Memories now unfold.

 Believe the word

 I will unlock my door

 And pass the

 Cemetery gates

 Sometimes when I'm alone

 I wonder aloud

 If you're watching over me

 Some place far abound

 I must reverse my life

 I can't live in the past

 Then set my soul free

 Belong to me at last

 Through all those

 Complex years

 I thought I was alone

 I didn't care to look around

 And make this world my own

 And when she died

 I should've cried and spared myself some pain...

 Left me incomplete

 All alone as the memories still remain

 The way we were

 The chance to save my soul

 And my concern is now in vain

 Believe the word

 I will unlock my door

 And pass the cemetery gates