At the Gates
At War with Reality
1. El Altar Del Dios Desconocido
Al llegar a la época de la banda de asaltantes había elaborado ya las siguientes posibilidades:
1.- Dios no existe.
2.- Dios existe y es un canalla.
3.- Dios existe pero a veces duerme, sus pesadillas son nuestra existencia.
4.- Dios existe pero tiene acceso de locura, esos accesos son nuestra existencia.
5.- Dios no es omnipresente, no puede estar en todas partes. A veces está ausente, en otros mundos, en otras cosas.
6.- Dios es un pobre diablo con problemas demasiado complicado para sus fuerzas. Lucha con la materia como un artista con su obra. Algunas veces, en algún momento llega a ser Goya, pero generalmente es un desastre.
7.- Dios fue derrotado antes de la historia por el príncipe de las tinieblas, y derrotado, cometido como presunto diablo es doblemente desprestigiado puesto que se le atribuye este universo calamitoso.
2. Death And The Labyrinth
Behind the curtain
Laid to ruins
Words that drift
Into oblivion
With every dawn
The world deforms
And as we fade
Our truth it dies
Our poetry of broken dreams
An abattoir of time
Deep in the hive of the serpent
We shed the disguises we have worn
A curtain of madmen
We are the illusions we have torn
Death and the labyrinth
Swallowed by earth itself
With every dawn
Of hunger and thirst
The world deforms
To a pale uncertain ash
Words without sound
Fade away - as they are swallowed
Swallowed by barriers and walls
Like a swarm
Deep in the hive of the serpent
We shed the disguises we have worn
A curtain of madmen
We are the illusions we have torn
Our poetry of broken dreams
An abattoir of time
Death and the labyrinth
Swallowed by earth itself
3. At War With Reality
A howling wind of nightmares
Howling through barren streets
Frozen in time
The city woke up - paralyzed
Where is the splendor?
All our ambitions decay
Among the ruins
Covered forever in dust
War
The sound of beating winds
Chaotic dreams asleep
As phantoms we answer
At war with reality
Where is the hunger?
With eyes of sadness it stares
The air it hangs dying
Dressed in the nightmares of old
Abandoned in panic - fortifications decayed
From our own indulgence - the golden age dead
War
The sound of beating winds
Chaotic dreams asleep
As phantoms we answer
At war with reality
As phantoms we answer
At war with reality
4. The Circular Ruins
The halls of the grotesque
Reverberate our final doom
Oh, the ravenous indulgence
The rite of passage eternal
A black lung full of ash
A parasitic void
Oh, the tenebrous upheaval
Our defeat triumphant
Into this parasitic void
The emperor's crypt
The rite of passage eternal
For this Adam of dust
Statues crumble - flags are torn
As a crawling chaos - we ascend
A black lung full of ash
A parasitic void
Oh, the tenebrous upheaval
Our defeat triumphant
Into this parasitic void
The emperor's crypt
The rite of passage eternal
For this Adam of dust
At the gates of the void
Dark spirits rising
An ominous sun
Piercing the circular ruins
5. Heroes And Tombs
We are a burning darkness
Swamped by a thousand seas
Mute from fear, hollow and eternal
We sleep forever
The end goes on
Bodies like pillars of dust - disappear once again in the wind
During the night, we move in circles, in unbroken structures
Our beams they sweep across a ravaged earth
As a rhythmic pulse of death - we shudder through the ground
We are a burning darkness
Swamped by a thousand seas
Mute from fear, hollow and eternal
Of heroes and tombs - we sleep forever
Of heroes and tombs - the end goes on
Hollow and eternal
We sleep forever
The end goes on
Of heroes and tombs - we sleep forever
Of heroes and tombs - the end goes on
6. The Conspiracy Of The Blind
Let the language be the blade
Dead it stares into our empty lives
Created needs - as tumors they grow
The swarming worms of a thousand lies
The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay
Hermetic halls - echo silent now
Flood the landscape of our minds
The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay
From the lips of the blind man
A kiss of decay
The dawn of the iconoclast
A sharpened blade
The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay
7. Order From Chaos
8. The Book Of Sand (The Abomination)
The despair eternal, deafening
Watch it burn
We run like rats - along the walls
Rising higher - around solitary lives
Deep in your dreams - the dead they sing
Our name spells C.U.R.S.E.
We run like rats - along the walls
Rising higher - around solitary lives
Infected forever - we hide inside the hive
Grey and faded - hibernated lives
A moment without presence - as we fall in line
Lost in the maze - of iron must be the night
Of iron must be the night
The golden age - an inner wasteland
The abomination - the book of sand
We run like rats - along the walls
Rising higher - around solitary lives
Infected forever - we hide inside the hive
Grey and faded - hibernated lives
A moment without presence - as we fall in line
Lost in the maze - of iron must be the night
Of iron must be the night
9. The Head Of The Hydra
Language - self-destruction
Against the iron air
In broken, non-verbal strains
An all-devouring sand
The phantasm
We invoke
A monument
A final stand
We disappear
The words from our bodies torn
Irresistible
In all its bewildering forms
Deceptive - the images burn
Fragments of silent lives
Hunger of the dreaming dead
Imagination - the death of man
The phantasm
We invoke
A monument
A final stand
In blasphemy
The words from our bodies torn
Temptation
Death in all its bewildering forms
The tomb is the passage
As the light flickers before me
The head of the hydra
The charlatan denounced
We disappear
The words from our bodies torn
Irresistible
In all its bewildering forms
10. City Of Mirrors
11. Eater Of Gods
12. Upon Pillars Of Dust
13. The Night Eternal
Jonas Björler — Bass
Adrian Erlandsson — Drums
Anders Björler — Guitars
Tomas "Tompa" Lindberg — Vocals
Martin Larsson — Guitars
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