ALBUM REVIEW: At The Gates – The Ghost of a Future Dead
Through our cold – and formless death, Crawling with blasphemous life.
Through our cold – and formless death, Crawling with blasphemous life.
This curse known as mankind is laid to waste.
Yeah, well, this goes out to them, you know who you are.
Follow its call. Follow the freezing moon.
Hold onto each other, because there is beauty in this being over.
Leave her to sing her withered songs, In tunnels painted like the dawn.
We live in spite of you.
Faith divides us, death unites us.
Above the sands of time its shadow is cast again, the monolith returns demanding passage.