The Swarm — текст песни (At the Gates)

Catch fire - just like a living disease

Unholy desire - a world on its 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 its own hunger and thirst?



The living end

The dwarped soul of man

The living end



The seetest of lies - its 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 dwarped 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, buy good

Tortured by its own hunger and thirst?