Texty:
At The Gates Terminal Spirit Disease

(instrumental)

your joy be the reality Our suffering life, the dream Pain, the highest order Scorching the inside of my skin Terminal spirit disease An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves Terminal spirit disease, terminal spirit disease

Catch fire, just like a living disease Unholy desire, a world on it's knees Our burning minds, they are ridden of hope In a dreaming utopia, dead on dape

that is depression Join the leeches of oppression Inpure - twisted - logic they die Kill the worm that is depression My fevered circle - circle of damnation Consumed by this torment pivine Terminal spirit disease Terminal spirit disease

Překlad: At The Gates. Terminál Duch nemocí.