At The Gates - In Nameless Sleep Lyrics






The distortion, ceremonial
Apathy shaped like a cage
The poisonous cauldron
Emptied with feverish rage

As transparency tears
Through the dead, pungent air
Like storms from the dying past
Frozen circles of timeless despair

In a blur of black wings
They storm out of the past
Infested with the promise of death
Infested with eternal death

The procession never ending
The fatalistic void
In oblivion cloaked
Men forever shaped out of clay

In blind hallucination
Their irreversible truth
Rituals hedonistic
Resignation designed from above

In a blur of black wings
They storm out of the past
Infested with eternal death

In a blur of black wings
They storm out of the past
Infested with the promise of death
Infested with eternal death

Perfection dressed in crippled dreams
Dead rhythms, sharpened to the obscene

On fevered wings
Awakened from our nameless sleep
On fevered wings
Eternal death, to the lords of the keep

In a blur of black wings
They storm out of the past
Infested with eternal death

In a blur of black wings
They storm out of the past
Infested with the promise of death





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  1. M.... ....

    At The Gates's - In Nameless Sleep

    The distortion, ceremonial
    Apathy shaped like a cage
    The poisonous cauldron
    Emptied with feverish rage

    As transparency tears
    Through the dead, pungent air
    Like storms from the dying past
    Frozen circles of timeless despair

    In a blur of black wings
    They storm out of the past
    Infested with the promise of death
    Infested with eternal death!

    The procession never ending
    The fatalistic void
    In oblivion cloaked
    Men forever shaped out of clay

    In blind hallucination
    Their irreversible truth
    Rituals hedonistic
    Resignation designed from above

    In a blur of black wings
    They storm out of the past
    Infested with eternal death...

    In a blur of black wings
    They storm out of the past
    Infested with the promise of death
    Infested with eternal death...

    Perfection dressed in crippled dreams
    Dead rhythms, sharpened to the obscene.

    On fevered wings
    Awakened from our nameless sleep
    On fevered wings
    Eternal death, to the lords of the keep

    In a blur of black wings
    They storm out of the past
    Infested with eternal death

    In a blur of black wings
    They storm out of the past
    Infested with the promise of death

  2. E.... C....

    Should've called Andy Sneap.. I hate the muddy production

    E.... C....

    I like the organic sound of the drums at least.

  3. e.... ....

    My favorite song in this record!

  4. A.... A....

    This track has an Andy La Roque styled solo

    A.... A....

    That's because it's Andy LaRocque himself :)

  5. W.... V....

    Fuck! This is really good good work guys! Best band comeback yet!