Текст (слова) песни: At The Gates - The Architects

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
Were 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
The architects and the flesh

Другие песни At The Gates:

Beyond Good And Evil
Blood Of The Sunsets
City of Screaming Statues
Claws of Laughter Dead
Ever - Opening Flower
Kingdom Gone
Neverwhere
Night Comes, Blood-Black
Non - Divine
Primal Breath
Raped By The Light Of Christ
Stardrowned
The Architects
The Break Of Autumn
The Burning Darkness
The Red in the Sky Is Ours/The Season to Come
The Scar
Through Gardens of Grief
Through The Red
Windows
Within