The Garden of Bleeding

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

He plants the seeds

The germinate

Black misdeeds, they pollinate

In 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

He plants the seeds

The germinate

Black misdeeds, they pollinate

In the garden of bleeding's

where the devil waits

to introduce you to your fate

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.