At the Gates The Swarm The Flames of the End

Великая классика мелодик дета 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