The Devil's Orchard

This trail's obsidian

The grip of winter, uncoiled

A lover would follow me

Cast down and sworn to the dark

Take the road where devils speak

"God is dead

God is dead"

The wealth of darkness

Inside you, telling you: "Now"

Your senses corrupted

Controlling a poisonous will

Take the road where devils speak

"God is dead

God is dead"

In the corner of my eye

Tearing flesh from bone

Led the blind in search to find

A pathway to the sun

Saw the signs intertwine

Forgave me all my sins

Why?

Why?

No stigmas revealing our vices

And there're no stigmas revealing our vices

God is dead

God is dead