At the Gates
A Labyrinth of Tombs
The pantheons blind
Ravaged from thirst
They fear through the skies
Through the blackest of nights
Violating rhythms
Far beneath dead waves
The shards of our culture
Abandoned and arcane
Our grave is the darkness
Our own oblivion
The silence pregnant
With a labyrinth of tombs
The ghost of man
Haunts our ravaged tomb
In this labyrinth of our doom
Disharmonic rapture
From forbidden depths
The cabbalistic scriptures
Engraved eternal death
And the pantheons blind
Still tear through the blackest of nights
The ghost of man
Haunts our ravaged tomb
In this labyrinth of our doom
Hunger
The ghost of man
Eternal
Haunts our ravaged tomb
In this labyrinth of our doom
Hunger
The pantheons
Eternal
Ravaged and blind
Hunger
A labyrinth of tombs
Hunger
They tear through the skies
Eternal
Through the blackest of nights
Hunger
A labyrinth of tombs
Hunger
They tear through the skies
Eternal
Through the blackest of nights
Hunger
A labyrinth of tombs
This labyrinth of our doom
This labyrinth of our doom