The Chasm - At the Gates

Born of disharmonic sermons

Phenomena of the deep

Torn apart by phantom pains

In shadows veiled, our tomb

A language dead and dissonant

Awakened from its sleep

The ever-opening flower

This pantheon of doom

As we open the chasm

The sleepless, ravenous void

From the vortex of poisonous coldness

Starving and blind, they storm

Crowned with unimagined death

Encircled, under siege

The black impious gulfs

Where no dreams reach

The blind rage of our revolution

As we drown in these halls

Blasphemous, fathomless

Manifested within these walls

As we open the chasm

The sleepless, ravenous void

From the vortex of poisonous coldness

Starving and blind, they storm

Crowned with unimagined death

Encircled, under siege

The black impious gulfs

Where no dreams reach

Culture of shapeless dreams

Abysmal fevered seas

Prismatic distortions

Crowned with unimagined death

Encircled, under siege

The black impious gulfs

Where no dreams reach