Текст песни at the gates - The Architects
at the gates - The Architects слова песни
Music: Anders/AT THE GATESLyrics: Tomas/AndersOrnaments in silent darkness,the image of man now torn from its structureThe smell of need,the dwarfed soul of manattuned only to fleshsuffering from frustrationAlien to our own spiritsWe`re naked even in deathThe dawn is yet to cometo fill us with knowledgePulsating waves of colour,bleeding off into the blackA whisper of red screams through the night[Alien to our own spiritsWe`re naked even in deathThe dawn is yet to cometo fill us with knowledge]The architects and the flesh[We`re going down..eehharghhh.. ?The architects and the fleshOrnaments in silent darkness,the image of man now torn from its structure]