מילים לשיר The Fevered Circle – At The Gates

Music: Larsson A. Bjorler Lyrics: Lindberg Svensoon
As your feeble breath is torn
Each day a mournful pity
Life looks upon you with scorn
Hopes life, visions elude
Six sinister thorns of beauty
Our right to bleed The claws of the nondivine
Our right to breathe Forever denied
Need not be sought so far
What some seek in the depths of the unknown
The truth of what we are
Concealed it lurks behind Each day a fevered circle
Six sinister claws of darkness
Life looks upon you with scorn
Strip your flesh to the bone.