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The Night Eternal - At the Gates

The walls of a poem

Like the folding of wings

They burn through the base of the skull

Under the eyelids the night eternal

Down fell the city of words

The blackness throbbing

Foul unrestrained

Under the seafloor

Against the white sand

Where the land has been drinking

All our blood regret

Our words are like quicksand

Against the endless sky

The poisonous darkness

In solid silence

Like rivers of ice

We burn like blinding fires

In the void of my spirit

Deep in the lungs of hell

To sink like lead

In the void of my spirit

Deep in the lungs of hell

Trace less through the air