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.
Who will remove the blade from between my eyes?
We are the adversary.
A dance of the damned, where all life is equalized and undone.
I will never die a silent death.
Vultures on jagged wings usurp the kings, and call upon my name.
A heart of violence with a first of defiance.
Mindwarp! Mindwarp! Mindwarp!
From a radiant past into a desolate present.