Lyrics Touched by the White Hands of Death - At the Gates

The worship of the immaterial
The denial of death
Boneless, we crawl through the night
The night without end
The dead bones of your future self
Touched by the white hands of death

The contorted mutations
The serpent dissolves
As the light in your temples burn black
In the dust of this planet
The fall into time
As the light in your temples burn black

The dead bones of your future self
Touched by the white hands of death

Repressional mechanism
Our ancestral curse
Emptied of all the illusions
Distorted since birth
The ambient plague
The sect of the last messiah

The contorted mutations
The serpent dissolves
As the light in your temples burn black
In the dust of this planet
The fall into time
As the light in your temples burn black

The dead bones of your future self
Touched by the white hands of death

In the dust of this planet
The fall into time
Touched by the white hands of death
Touched by the white hands of death