Lyrics At The Gates – The Architects
Text:
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
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
The architects and the flesh
Album
At The Gates – At The Gates - With Fear I Kiss The Burning Darkness
At The Gates – Through The Red
At The Gates – Ever–Opening Flower
At The Gates – The Burning Darkness
At The Gates – Blood Of The Sunsets
At The Gates – Stardrowned
At The Gates – The Architects
At The Gates – Primal Breath
At The Gates – Non–Divine
At The Gates – The Break Of Autumn
At The Gates – Raped By The Light Of Christ
At The Gates – Beyond Good And Evil