At The Gates - The Chasm Lyrics






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)
Culture of shapeless dreams
(Prismatic distortions)

Crowned with unimagined death
(Abysmal fevered seas)
Encircled, under siege
The black impious gulfs
(Culture of shapeless dreams)
Where no dreams reach





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  1. M.... ....

    At The Gates's - The Chasm

    Born of dis-harmonic sermons
    Phenomena of the deep
    Torn apart by phantom pains
    In shadows veiled, our tomb
    .

    A language dead and dissonant
    Awakened from it's 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, [Prismatic!] Fevered seas.. [Distortions!]
    Culture.. [Prismatic!] of shapeless dreams.. [Distortions!]

    Crowned with unimagined death
    ; [Prismatic!]
    Encircled, under siege
    .. [Distortions!]
    The black impious gulfs
    Where no dreams reach..

  2. W.... l....

    🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  3. C.... 4....

    Makes me wonder if At the Gates has ever heard of the band The Chasm.

  4. B.... J....

    Thank you for blessing us with this album.

  5. B.... W....

    I have waited many a year to hear lows scream in an #AtTheGates song I'm finally at peace wait for it.. You will see what I mean.