At the Gates Terminal Spirit Disease - The swarm 3:28 - Terminal spirit disease 3:39 - And the world returned 3:06 - Forever blind 3:59 - The fevered circle 4:11 - The beautiful wound 3:53 - All life ends (live) 5:17 - The burning darkness (live) 2:16 - Kingdom gone (live) 5:02 The Swarm Catch fire - just like a living disease Unholy desire - a world on it's knees Our burning minds they are ridden of hope In a dreaming utopia - dead on dope A generation of obscenities We have lost our faith in our own creativity What is evil, but good Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst? The living end The dwarfed soul of man The living end The sweetest of lies - it's embrace so warm So void of life - one with the promised swarm Our burning minds they are ridden of hope In a dreaming utopia - dead on dope A generation of obscenities Our ignorance will be the end of humanity A dead nation under one dead god The living end The dwarfed soul of man The living end Written in napalm over genetic wastelands We move on, our fate is to die by our own hand A dead nation under one dead god What is evil, but good Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst? Terminal Spirit Disease Can you feel the pain I feel? I've lost all sense of what is real I'm lost, in a world I detest Can you feel the pain I feel? This wound I've got will never heal I'm lost, in the serpents own nest Oh - set me free - crucify life itself And let your joy be the reality Our suffering life - the dream Pain, the highest order Scorching the inside of my skin Terminal spirit disease An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves Kill the worm that is depression Join the leeches of oppression Inpure - twisted - logic they die Kill the worm that is depression My fevered circle - circle of damnation Consumed by this torment pivine Terminal spirit disease Terminal spirit disease Your souls condemned to sing of life Must die to be set free And the World Returned (instrumental) Forever Blind In this cell that is ours there is no pity No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul No beckoning to a warm horizon The sun shall never greet my eyes again It is our world It has been stolen from us, bastards No goddamn sun No goddamn pain I've searched my heart for love But all in vain No goddamn soul, no goddamn pain Exploring life, without fear Without feeling I am one with my torment And forever blind My desire clenches itself in a hungry fist And welcomes my soul to the thirst of dying Mother of all, come take your revenge The sun shall never greet my eyes again The Fevered Circle Each day a mournful pity Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes flee, visions elude As your feeble breath is turn Six sinister thorns of beaty The claws of the nondivine Our right to breathe Our right to bleed Forever denied What some seek in the depths of the unknown Need not be sought so far The truth of what we are Each day a fevered circle Life looks upon youwith scorn Six sinister claws of darkness Strip your flesh to the bone The Beautyful Wound My veins they are open And yours to fill The beast of my sins Ain't easy to kill Drowing in love, by bitterness warped We sleep in different nights Ugly and drugged, rotten to the core But I just can't let this die My intellect bund My will amputated It's a sweet little need Your need to be hated Ugly, drugged and fevered By bitterness warped Your beauty rages through my veins Declaring war Drowning in love, by bitterness warped Stab your darkness into me Ugly and drugged, rotten to the core I see a truth you cannot see As smooth as the skin The skin of fire I'm at the mercy of urges You're my funeral dyre