The Fevered Circle

At the Gates - Rock, Melodic Death Metal
The Fevered Circle
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Duration: 4:11
Lyrics
Each day a mournful pity Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes flee, visions elude As your feeble breath is torn Six sinister thorns of beauty The claws of the nondivine Our right to feel Our right to bleed Forever denied What some seek in the depths of the unknown Need not be sought so far Concealed it lurks behind The truth of what we are The truth of what we are Come on Bring it down Each day a mournful pity Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes flee, visions elude As your feeble breath is torn Bring it down What some seek in the depths of the unknown Need not be sought so far Concealed it lurks behind The truth of what we are The truth of what we are Come on Bring it down Each day a fevered circle Life looks upon you with scorn Six sinister claws of darkness Strip your flesh to the bone
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Credits
- Writers
- Alf Svensson
- Martin Carlberg
- Tomas Lindberg
- Anders Björler