At the Gates
Spectre of Extinction
[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus 1]
To touch the deepest depths
Through the denial of the will

[Chorus]
The spectre of extinction
Eternal in its rage
The reverence and the fall
The purity of our cage

[Verse 2]
The black depths of the cosmos itself
An impersonal nothing
Demonic contagion
Indifferent and immaterial

[Pre-Chorus 1]
To touch the deepеst depths
Through the denial of thе will
[Chorus]
The spectre of extinction
Eternal in its rage
The reverence and the fall
The purity of our cage
The purity of our cage

[Verse 3]
Contagious, in life, in death
With cataclysmic force
The abstract is now weaponized
Into parasitic forms

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Amorphous and surreal
As phantoms without face or shape

[Chorus]
The spectre of extinction
Eternal in its rage
The reverence and the fall
The purity of our cage
The purity of our cage