At the Gates
Terminal Spirit Disease



- The swarm 3:28
- Terminal spirit disease 3:39
- And the world returned 3:06
- Forever blind 3:59
- The fevered circle 4:11
- The beautiful wound 3:53
- All life ends (live) 5:17
- The burning darkness (live) 2:16
- Kingdom gone (live) 5:02


The Swarm

Catch fire - just like a living disease
Unholy desire - a world on it's knees
Our burning minds they are ridden of hope
In a dreaming utopia - dead on dope

A generation of obscenities
We have lost our faith in our own creativity
What is evil, but good
Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst?

The living end
The dwarfed soul of man
The living end

The sweetest of lies - it's embrace so warm
So void of life - one with the promised swarm
Our burning minds they are ridden of hope
In a dreaming utopia - dead on dope

A generation of obscenities
Our ignorance will be the end of humanity
A dead nation under one dead god

The living end
The dwarfed soul of man
The living end

Written in napalm over genetic wastelands
We move on, our fate is to die by our own hand
A dead nation under one dead god
What is evil, but good
Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst?


Terminal Spirit Disease

Can you feel the pain I feel?
I've lost all sense of what is real
I'm lost, in a world I detest

Can you feel the pain I feel?
This wound I've got will never heal
I'm lost, in the serpents own nest

Oh - set me free - crucify life itself
And let your joy be the reality
Our suffering life - the dream

Pain, the highest order
Scorching the inside of my skin
Terminal spirit disease
An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves

Kill the worm that is depression
Join the leeches of oppression
Inpure - twisted - logic they die

Kill the worm that is depression
My fevered circle - circle of damnation
Consumed by this torment pivine

Terminal spirit disease
Terminal spirit disease

Your souls condemned to sing of life
Must die to be set free


And the World Returned

(instrumental)


Forever Blind

In this cell that is ours there is no pity
No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul
No beckoning to a warm horizon
The sun shall never greet my eyes again

It is our world
It has been stolen from us, bastards

No goddamn sun
No goddamn pain
I've searched my heart for love
But all in vain
No goddamn soul, no goddamn pain

Exploring life, without fear
Without feeling I am one with my torment
And forever blind

My desire clenches itself in a hungry fist
And welcomes my soul to the thirst of dying
Mother of all, come take your revenge
The sun shall never greet my eyes again


The Fevered Circle

Each day a mournful pity
Life looks upon you with scorn
Hopes flee, visions elude
As your feeble breath is turn

Six sinister thorns of beaty
The claws of the nondivine
Our right to breathe
Our right to bleed
Forever denied

What some seek in the depths of the unknown
Need not be sought so far
The truth of what we are

Each day a fevered circle
Life looks upon youwith scorn
Six sinister claws of darkness
Strip your flesh to the bone


The Beautyful Wound

My veins they are open
And yours to fill
The beast of my sins
Ain't easy to kill

Drowing in love, by bitterness warped
We sleep in different nights
Ugly and drugged, rotten to the core
But I just can't let this die

My intellect bund
My will amputated
It's a sweet little need
Your need to be hated

Ugly, drugged and fevered
By bitterness warped
Your beauty rages through my veins
Declaring war

Drowning in love, by bitterness warped
Stab your darkness into me
Ugly and drugged, rotten to the core
I see a truth you cannot see

As smooth as the skin
The skin of fire
I'm at the mercy of urges
You're my funeral dyre

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