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At War With Reality - At the Gates

A howling wind of nightmares

Howling through barren streets

Frozen in time

The city woke up paralyzed

Where is the splendor

All our ambitions decay

Among the ruins

Covered forever in dust

War War War War

The sound of beating winds

Chaotic dreams asleep

As phantoms we answer

At war with reality

Where is the hunger

With eyes of sadness it stares

The air it hangs dying

Dressed in the nightmares of old

Abandoned in panic

Fortifications decayed

From our own indulgence

The golden age dead

From our own indulgence

The golden age dead

War War War War

The sound of beating winds

Chaotic dreams asleep

As phantoms we answer

At war with reality

As phantoms we answer

At war with reality