Lyrics:

Ornaments
In silent darkness
The image of man
Now torn from its structure
The smell of need
The dwarfed soul of man
Attuned only to flesh
Suffering from frustration
Alien to our own spirits
We're naked even in death
The dawn is yet to come
To fill us with knowledge
Pulsating waves of colour
Bleeding off into the black
A whisper of red
Screams through the night
Alien to our own spirits
We're naked even in death
The dawn is yet to come
To fill us with knowledge
The architects and the flesh
We're going down

The architects and the flesh
Ornaments
In silent darkness
The image of man
Now torn from its structure