At The Gates

Spectre Of Extinction
Our will, impersonal, blind A gulf at the heart of the world Dark as the absence of light Death as the absence of all life To touch the deepest depths Through the denial of the will The spectre of extinction Eternal in its rage The reverence and the fall The purity of our cage The black depths of the cosmos itself An impersonal nothing Demonic contagion Indifferent and immaterial To touch the deepest depths Through the denial of the will The spectre of extinction Eternal in its rage The reverence and the fall The purity of our cage SongtexteThe purity of our cage Contagious, in life, in death With cataclysmic force The abstract is now weaponized Into parasitic forms Amorphous and surreal As phantoms without face or shape The spectre of extinction Eternal in its rage The reverence and the fall The purity of our cage The purity of our cage Aus Songtexte Mania