At the Gates At War with Reality 1. El Altar Del Dios Desconocido Al llegar a la época de la banda de asaltantes había elaborado ya las siguientes posibilidades: 1.- Dios no existe. 2.- Dios existe y es un canalla. 3.- Dios existe pero a veces duerme, sus pesadillas son nuestra existencia. 4.- Dios existe pero tiene acceso de locura, esos accesos son nuestra existencia. 5.- Dios no es omnipresente, no puede estar en todas partes. A veces está ausente, en otros mundos, en otras cosas. 6.- Dios es un pobre diablo con problemas demasiado complicado para sus fuerzas. Lucha con la materia como un artista con su obra. Algunas veces, en algún momento llega a ser Goya, pero generalmente es un desastre. 7.- Dios fue derrotado antes de la historia por el príncipe de las tinieblas, y derrotado, cometido como presunto diablo es doblemente desprestigiado puesto que se le atribuye este universo calamitoso. 2. Death And The Labyrinth 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 3. At War With Reality A howling wind of nightmares Howling through barren streets Frozen in time The city woke up - paralyzed Where is the splendor? All our ambitions decay Among the ruins Covered forever in dust War The sound of beating winds Chaotic dreams asleep As phantoms we answer At war with reality Where is the hunger? With eyes of sadness it stares The air it hangs dying Dressed in the nightmares of old Abandoned in panic - fortifications decayed From our own indulgence - the golden age dead War The sound of beating winds Chaotic dreams asleep As phantoms we answer At war with reality As phantoms we answer At war with reality 4. The Circular Ruins The halls of the grotesque Reverberate our final doom Oh, the ravenous indulgence The rite of passage eternal A black lung full of ash A parasitic void Oh, the tenebrous upheaval Our defeat triumphant Into this parasitic void The emperor's crypt The rite of passage eternal For this Adam of dust Statues crumble - flags are torn As a crawling chaos - we ascend A black lung full of ash A parasitic void Oh, the tenebrous upheaval Our defeat triumphant Into this parasitic void The emperor's crypt The rite of passage eternal For this Adam of dust At the gates of the void Dark spirits rising An ominous sun Piercing the circular ruins 5. Heroes And Tombs We are a burning darkness Swamped by a thousand seas Mute from fear, hollow and eternal We sleep forever The end goes on Bodies like pillars of dust - disappear once again in the wind During the night, we move in circles, in unbroken structures Our beams they sweep across a ravaged earth As a rhythmic pulse of death - we shudder through the ground We are a burning darkness Swamped by a thousand seas Mute from fear, hollow and eternal Of heroes and tombs - we sleep forever Of heroes and tombs - the end goes on Hollow and eternal We sleep forever The end goes on Of heroes and tombs - we sleep forever Of heroes and tombs - the end goes on 6. The Conspiracy Of The Blind Let the language be the blade Dead it stares into our empty lives Created needs - as tumors they grow The swarming worms of a thousand lies The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay Hermetic halls - echo silent now Flood the landscape of our minds The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay From the lips of the blind man A kiss of decay The dawn of the iconoclast A sharpened blade The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay 7. Order From Chaos 8. The Book Of Sand (The Abomination) The despair eternal, deafening Watch it burn We run like rats - along the walls Rising higher - around solitary lives Deep in your dreams - the dead they sing Our name spells C.U.R.S.E. We run like rats - along the walls Rising higher - around solitary lives Infected forever - we hide inside the hive Grey and faded - hibernated lives A moment without presence - as we fall in line Lost in the maze - of iron must be the night Of iron must be the night The golden age - an inner wasteland The abomination - the book of sand We run like rats - along the walls Rising higher - around solitary lives Infected forever - we hide inside the hive Grey and faded - hibernated lives A moment without presence - as we fall in line Lost in the maze - of iron must be the night Of iron must be the night 9. The Head Of The Hydra Language - self-destruction Against the iron air In broken, non-verbal strains An all-devouring sand The phantasm We invoke A monument A final stand We disappear The words from our bodies torn Irresistible In all its bewildering forms Deceptive - the images burn Fragments of silent lives Hunger of the dreaming dead Imagination - the death of man The phantasm We invoke A monument A final stand In blasphemy The words from our bodies torn Temptation Death in all its bewildering forms The tomb is the passage As the light flickers before me The head of the hydra The charlatan denounced We disappear The words from our bodies torn Irresistible In all its bewildering forms 10. City Of Mirrors 11. Eater Of Gods 12. Upon Pillars Of Dust 13. The Night Eternal Jonas Björler — Bass Adrian Erlandsson — Drums Anders Björler — Guitars Tomas "Tompa" Lindberg — Vocals Martin Larsson — Guitars