At the Gates - The Book of Sand (the Abomination) Тексты

The despair eternal, deafening
Watch it burn

We run like rats, along the walls
Rising higher, around solitary lives

Deep in your dreams, the dead they sing
Our name spells C.U.R.S.E.

We run like rats, along the walls
Rising higher, around solitary lives

Infected forever, we hide inside the hive
Grey and faded, hibernated lives
A moment without presence, as we fall in line
Lost in the maze, of iron must be the night

Of iron must be the night

The golden age, an inner wasteland
The abomination, the book of sand

We run like rats, along the walls
Rising higher, around solitary lives

Infected forever, we hide inside the hive
Grey and faded, hibernated lives
A moment without presence, as we fall in line
Lost in the maze, of iron must be the night

Of iron must be the night