Lyrics Spectre of Extinction - At the Gates

Our will impersonal blind
A gulf at the heart of the world
Dark as the absence of light
Death as the absence of all life

To touch the deepest depths
Through the denial of the will

The spectre of extinction
Eternal in its rage
The reverence and the fall
The purity of our cage

The black depths of the cosmos itself
An impersonal nothing
Demonic contagion
Indifferent and immaterial

To touch the deepеst depths
Through the denial of thе will

The spectre of extinction
Eternal in its rage
The reverence and the fall
The purity of our cage
The purity of our cage

Contagious in life, in death
With cataclysmic force
The abstract is now weaponized
Into parasitic forms
Amorphous and surreal
As phantoms without face or shape

The spectre of extinction
Eternal in its rage
The reverence and the fall
The purity of our cage
The purity of our cage