At The Gates - The Architects Lyrics
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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
The architects and the flesh
