Текст песни The Architects (Demo Version) - At the Gates

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 are 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 are naked even in death
The dawn is yet to come
To fill us with knowledge

The architects and the flesh
We're going down
The architects and the flesh

Ornaments in silent darkness
The image of man now torn from its structure