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• Artiste: At The Gates
• Titre: The Nightmare Of Being
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Within its black womb The edge of a dreamless void Into an abyss dead The primal chaos In its most naked form Submit to its blind laws The fragmentation of The starving universe Turn, black A life without world Into an abyss of Pure lucidity Pitch, black Our poisonous veil Upon the wheel of lies In morbid sleep of death To perpetuate Our impermanence Turn, black Our poisonous veil The negativity And the phenomena Pitch, black A life without world The parasites of the subconscious Our perception – From the arc of the skull The indifference illuminated And to nothingness we will return The swarming absence, in darkened minds Under a monochrome sky Our dimension – Under attack And now the beacon turns black The fragmentation of The starving universe Our poisonous veil Into an abyss Of pure lucidity Our poisonous veil Disintegration of our masters All of their radiance and their truth As we vanish into havoc And the unfathomable The nightmare of being Now our mutations roam blind The nightmare of being The nightmare of being Now our mutations roam blind The nightmare of being