Cold Lyrics by At the Gates
To rid the earth of the filth
To rid the earth of the lies
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To rid the earth of the filth
To rid the earth of the lies
Our will, impersonal, blind
A gulf at the heart of the world
Our curse
The fall into time
Primordial insignificance
The inner presence of death
Prodigious dreams, entangled and black
Coiled in the corners of life
A howling wind of nightmares
Howling through barren streets
Hunger, the word of wolves
Rhythms collapse against closed doors
Never again
On your force-fed illusions to choke