Letra de The Architects (Demo Version)
Ornaments in silent darkness The image of man now torn from its structureThe smell of need The dwarfed soul of man Attuned only to flesh Suffering from frustrationAlien to our own spirits We are naked even in death The dawn is yet to come To fill us with knowledgePulsating waves of colour Bleeding off into the black A whisper of red screams through the nightAlien to our own spirits We are naked even in death The dawn is yet to come To fill us with knowledgeThe architects and the flesh We're going down The architects and the fleshOrnaments in silent darkness The image of man now torn from its structure