At the Gates
Single • 2018
Through the fall of creation A death mask transforms the past The contours of a labyrinth emerge As dusk it clings to silent stone Dead to all future generations Let their strength now dissolve The sun to me is dark forever A nihilistic urge As death thickens in their throats Like fragments of silent fires (fires) Like fragments of silent fires (fires) The distorted hierarchies Under boiling clouds A cold stare, bound in stone Behind the curtain of dust As dusk it clings to silent stone Immortalizing the suppression Let their strength now dissolve The sun to me is dark forever A nihilistic urge As death thickens in their throats Featureless, elusive Drowning in the silent black Obsession like wildfire inhaled Featureless, elusive Drowning in the silent black Obsession like wildfire inhaled Like fragments of silent fires (fires) Like fragments of silent fires (fires) Like fragments of silent fires (fires) Like fragments of silent fires (fires) Like fragments of silent fires (fires)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 23, 2025
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