Текст песни Upon Pillars of Dust - At the Gates

Fragile, quiet, distant
As flesh against another
Heroism suppressed
Leaving hunger in its wake
Tired even of sleep
A fragment of life - no more pain
The nights they will drag on
These hands will not abide
A nightmare beckons
Leaving death in its wake
The sickness is a dream
Imprisoned the deep of the stone
Reality
Resting upon pillars of dust
The infinite
Voracious arms of myth
Tired even of sleep
With death in our wake
The sickness is a dream
Imprisoned the deep of the stone
Reality
Resting upon pillars of dust
The infinite
Voracious arms of myth