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