At the Gates
The Paradox
[Verse 1]
Prodigious dreams, entangled and black
Coiled in the corners of life
Hallucinations, engraved in our bones
Futile, monotonous lives

[Pre-Chorus 1]
The poison circle, eyes within eyes
How black our madness to be
Spectral salvation, unfurling itself
Through labyrinthian nights

[Verse 2]
To carry these dead notes
As we stare into the abyss
Our ruin, twisted and black
Into the starving void

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Dehumanization of our art and culture
Parent of horrors to be
Mankind is nothing but self-conscious flesh
The triumph of our own deceit

[Chorus 1]
The structures thеy now crumble
The fevеred liturgy
Black with the scars of madness
We hide within our crypts
[Verse 3]
Through mad winds of terror
Dreams are disturbed
In pulse after heaven-wide pulse
Older than darkness, colours unknown
Within the pit of death

[Pre-Chorus 3]
Heroic dreams now trampled
By figures in rust-coloured robes
A region, illuminated
Into the nuclear dawn

[Chorus 1]
The structures they now crumble
The fevered liturgy
Black with the scars of madness
We hide within our crypts

[Chorus 2]
And as all hope turns to black
Into the dreamless night
As all hope turns to black
Of pessimism and paradox

[Bridge]
No hope – all black
No hope – all black
[Chorus 2]
And as all hope turns to black
Into the dreamless night
As all hope turns to black
Of pessimism and paradox

[Outro]
Of pessimism and paradox
Of pessimism and paradox