Dark Tranquillity - Insanity’s Crescendo [Where Death Is Most Alive]

Gently hold our heads gently hold our heads on high Aimless time in fear new hide overthrow the plan confusion lies in all my words mad is the soul We barricade ourselves in holes of temperament this is the dawning of a new age A heart that beats the wrong way insanity’s crescendo Windcolour - second sight a touch of silence and the violence of dark Illusion span - the aroma of time shadowlife and the scent of nothingness Infinite fall of instinct order of one spells deceit Infinite lack of trust order of one obsolete Oh escaping time is all we lost ahead? When it’s found, can judgement make amends? From force-fed impressions let us mortify the mind each soul to violate each instinct to be rendered false Torn asunder be the conventional forms and frames now for the blood of heaven Unlearn and the cleansing comes Fell a tremor in the pillars of the senses Cursed victim of a distance near The first dreams - the clearest vision Aimlessly steer towards our night we
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