The Devil's Orchard
This trail is obsidian,The grip of winter uncoiledA lover would follow meCast down and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devils speak"God is dead""God is dead"
The wealth of darknessInside you telling you "now"Your senses corruptedControlling a poisonous will
Take the road where devils speak"God is dead""God is dead"
In the corner of my eyeTearing flesh from bone
Led the blind in search to findA pathway to the sunSaw the signs intertwineAnd forgave me all my sins
No stigmas revealing our vicesAnd there are no stigmas revealing our vices
God is dead