Текст At The Gates – Order From Chaos

As parasites we grovel — through the dust
A temple devoured — by the ancient fires
Autumn falls hard on restless flesh
Persistence buried in the sands of time

The grey man kissed the mud
Circular the ruins — in a dawn without birds
Crowned by the deities of death

Streets as cracks in the skin
To drink from the night itself
Webs of perdition — crush the rushing earth
The aching void lures — promising rebirth

Order from chaos — every thought a tool
Order from chaos — profaned by the burned and the dead