Interpret:

At the Gates

Album:

At War With Reality

Behind the curtain
Laid to ruins
Words that drift
Into oblivion


With every dawn
The world deforms
And as we fade
Our truth it dies


Our poetry of broken dreams
An abattoir of time


Deep in the hive of the serpent
We shed the disguises we have worn
A curtain of madmen
We are the illusions we have torn


Death and the labyrinth
Swallowed by earth itself


With every dawn
Of hunger and thirst
The world deforms
To a pale uncertain ash


Words without sound
Fade away - as they are swallowed
Swallowed by barriers and walls
Like a swarm


Deep in the hive of the serpent
We shed the disguises we have worn
A curtain of madmen
We are the illusions we have torn


Our poetry of broken dreams
An abattoir of time


Death and the labyrinth
Swallowed by earth itself