At The Gates The Architects Lyrics

The Architects Lyrics

Music: Anders/AT THE GATES
Lyrics: Tomas/Anders

Ornaments in silent darkness,
the image of man now torn from its structure

The smell of need,
the dwarfed soul of man
attuned only to flesh
suffering from frustration

Alien to our own spirits
We're naked even in death
The dawn is yet to come
to fill us with knowledge

Pulsating waves of colour,
bleeding off into the black
A whisper of red screams through the night

[Alien to our own spirits
We're naked even in death
The dawn is yet to come
to fill us with knowledge]

The architects and the flesh

[We're going down..eehharghhh.. ?

The architects and the flesh

Ornaments in silent darkness,
the image of man now torn from its structure]