Interpret:

At the Gates

Album:

The Red In The Sky Is Ours

Precious flame of life, so elusive
 A spark being trampled to ashes
 And spread by the winds of time


 This garden is a silent one
 Nothing moves but thoughts
 The thoughts of those in silent memory
 This they know, this they understand
 There is darkness everywhere, outside


 Morningstar forever set in zenith
 Uriel, ruler of worlds
 Saraquel set over spirits


 The repulsive truth of this dark domain
 The answer echos throughout infinity
 There are so many of us here
 And we are all so lonely
 We are among millions and still alone
 We are in hell, and yet so cold
 Gardens of grief


 There's no god to punish us, and yet we suffer
 Throughout so many lifetimes in this garden I have dwelt