The Garden of Bleeding Lyrics

	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

	zuo ci : 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

	zuò cí : 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

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