Lyrics At the Gates

At the Gates

Upon Pillars Of Dust

Fragile, quiet and distant as flesh against another

Heroism suppressed, leavin' 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 leavin' death in its wake

The sickness is a dream

Imprisoned in the deep of the stone

Reality restin' upon pillars of dust

The infinite voracious arms of myth

Trying to even out sleep

With death in our way

The sickness is a dream

Imprisoned in the deep of the stone

Reality restin' upon pillars of dust

The infinite voracious arms of myth