"Spectre Of Extinction" lyrics

"Spectre Of Extinction"

Our will, impersonal, blind
A gulf at the heart of the world
Dark as the absence of light
Death as the absence of all life

To touch the deepest depths
Through the denial of the will

The spectre of extinction
Eternal in its rage
The reverence and the fall
The purity of our cage

The black depths of the cosmos itself
An impersonal nothing
Demonic contagion
Indifferent and immaterial

To touch the deepest depths
Through the denial of the will

The spectre of extinction
Eternal in its rage
The reverence and the fall
The purity of our cage

The purity of our cage

Contagious, in life, in death
With cataclysmic force
The abstract is now weaponized
Into parasitic forms

Amorphous and surreal
As phantoms without face or shape

The spectre of extinction
Eternal in its rage
The reverence and the fall
The purity of our cage

The purity of our cage


Writer(s): Jonas Bjorler, Tomas Lindberg, Andy La Rocque
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