The Chasm (feat. Per Boder)

Born of disharmonic sermons Phenomena of the deep Torn apart by phantom pains In shadows veiled, our tomb A language dead and dissonant Awakened from its sleep The ever-opening flower This pantheon of doom As we open the chasm The sleepless, ravenous void From the vortex of poisonous coldness Starving and blind, they storm Crowned with unimagined death Encircled, under siege The black impious gulfs Where no dreams reach The blind rage of our revolution As we drown in these halls Blasphemous, fathomless Manifested within these walls As we open the chasm The sleepless, ravenous void From the vortex of poisonous coldness Starving and blind, they storm Crowned with unimagined death Encircled, under siege The black impious gulfs Where no dreams reach Culture of shapeless dreams Abysmal (prismatic) fevered seas (distortions) Culture (prismatic) of shapeless dreams (distortions) Crowned with unimagined death Encircled, under siege The black impious gulfs Where no dreams reach