Upon Pillars of Dust Songtext
von 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