The Fevered Circle
by At the Gates
From the album: Terminal Spirit Disease
Duration: 4:11
Lyrics for The Fevered Circle
Each day a mournful pity Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes flee, visions elude As your feeble breath is torn Six sinister thorns of beauty The claws of the nondivine Our right to breathe Our right to bleed Forever denied What some seek in the depths of the unknown Need not be sought so far Concealed it lurks behind The truth of what we are Each day a fevered circle Life looks upon you with scorn Six sinister claws of darkness Strip your flesh to the bone