Lyrics At the Gates

At the Gates

Eater Of Gods

Hunger - and the world is reduced

Reduced to the surface of her skin

Like a spray of broken glass

His bones began to fill with words

Like a monolith once lost

As our ash crown the barren mountains

As if mercy were a skin of water

We fall into a prior dream

The number of the grains of sand

Exiled from the memory of men

The strategies of war - through a universe of grief

Ad the city of mirrors - wiped out by the wind

Through the impenetrable haze

Through shapeless fog

Scattered through these desolate plains

White shine the bones: Eater of gods

As if mercy were a skin of water

We fall into a prior dream

The number of the grains of sand

Exiled from the memory of men

And as the smoke shifts in black

Only ashes remain

And as the smoke shifts in black

Eater of gods

Eater of gods