Текст песни The Chasm - At the Gates

Born of disharmonic sermons
Phenomena of the deep
Torn apart by phantom pains
In shadows veiled, our tomb
A language dead and dissonant
Awakened from its sleep
The ever-opening flower
This pantheon of doom
As we open the chasm
The sleepless, ravenous void
From the vortex of poisonous coldness
Starving and blind, they storm
Crowned with unimagined death
Encircled, under siege
The black impious gulfs
Where no dreams reach
The blind rage of our revolution
As we drown in these halls
Blasphemous, fathomless
Manifested within these walls
As we open the chasm
The sleepless, ravenous void
From the vortex of poisonous coldness
Starving and blind, they storm
Crowned with unimagined death
Encircled, under siege
The black impious gulfs
Where no dreams reach
Culture of shapeless dreams
Abysmal fevered seas
(Prismatic distortions)
Culture of shapeless dreams
(Prismatic distortions)
Crowned with unimagined death
(Abysmal fevered seas)
Encircled, under siege
The black impious gulfs
(Culture of shapeless dreams)
Where no dreams reach