At The Gates - The Fevered Circle lyrics

Each day a mournful pity Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes life, 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