At The Gates - Cult of Salvation

Sculptured from dust, hallucinations
Through nights of obsidian black
The sacrificial city, illuminated
Premonitions from the nuclear void

Inter-dimensional incarcerations
Invoking chaos and flame
Upon the throne, the abomination
Cerebral horror, cerebral horror profane

Inherited strife and destitution
Under a sky without stars
In ecstasy blind, we tear through the night
Dressed in our tears and our scars

Inter-dimensional incarcerations
Invoking chaos and flame
Upon the throne, the abomination
Cerebral horror, cerebral horror profane

Our purgatorial glow
The wasteland of unreasoning
Desolate and perilous
In dim transparency

The magnetism of recoil
And luminous duality

As whispered pictures fall
Through stratospheric purity
Phenomena of suffering
Through dreams of prophecy

Cult of salvation, the end reborn
Absence of color, void of form

Inter-dimensional incarcerations
Invoking chaos and flame
Upon the throne, the abomination
Cerebral horror, cerebral horror profane