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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
