作词 : Holt Viscerated bodies planted deep beneath the earth They fertilize the soil and feed for all they’re worth Within the garden of unearthly delights True meaning of horror’s found and hell’s within our sights [Chorus:] He plants the seeds The germinate Black misdeeds, they pollinate Within the garden of bleeding’s where the devil waits to introduce you to your fate Endless orchards dot the land of corpses up on spikes Beauty’s in the eye of the beheaded on a pike Bathed in lakes of fire until a cinder’s what remains The stench of death it makes the flowers bloom in his domain [Chorus] Bodies hang from branches like grapes hang from the vine Garlands made of human flesh they decorate his shrine On the wind and through the trees, the cries of suffering For this is the garden of the king of the unclean
作词 : Holt Viscerated bodies planted deep beneath the earth They fertilize the soil and feed for all they’re worth Within the garden of unearthly delights True meaning of horror’s found and hell’s within our sights [Chorus:] He plants the seeds The germinate Black misdeeds, they pollinate Within the garden of bleeding’s where the devil waits to introduce you to your fate Endless orchards dot the land of corpses up on spikes Beauty’s in the eye of the beheaded on a pike Bathed in lakes of fire until a cinder’s what remains The stench of death it makes the flowers bloom in his domain [Chorus] Bodies hang from branches like grapes hang from the vine Garlands made of human flesh they decorate his shrine On the wind and through the trees, the cries of suffering For this is the garden of the king of the unclean
