Gardens of Death
Dirty spoon and a cup, poisoned milk and bread
Eating rotten apples from the gardens of death
Praying for rain, cause the land is dead
A shovel full of blood from a hard calloused hand
Winter's comin' soon
Our children're gettin' cold
They keep feeding up their dogs
And their wives are wearing gold
Our time is running out
Did we ever have control?
Flames are burning high
The reaper's comin' for our soul!
Watch him dance around the fence
In the gardens of death
Sing along with the souls
The skulls and the bones
At the gardens of death!
Puddle of mud, broken toys in the dirt
Kids turn into men, kindergarten turns to work!
Tired old boots marching on crooked floor
Legs are getting tired
Oh they won't march no more!
Winter's comin' soon
Our children're gettin' cold
They keep feeding up their dogs
And their wives are wearing gold
Our time is running out
Did we ever have control?
Flames are burning high
The reaper's comin' for our soul!
Watch him dance around the fence
In the gardens of death
Sing along with the souls
The skulls and the bones
At the gardens of death!
Watch him dance around the fence
In the gardens of death
Sing along with the souls
The skulls and the bones
In the gardens of death!
At the gardens of death!
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
But they keep feeding up their dogs
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
But they keep feeding up their dogs
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
Sing along with the souls
Sing along with the souls
The skulls and the bones
At the gardens of death!
Eating rotten apples from the gardens of death
Praying for rain, cause the land is dead
A shovel full of blood from a hard calloused hand
Winter's comin' soon
Our children're gettin' cold
They keep feeding up their dogs
And their wives are wearing gold
Our time is running out
Did we ever have control?
Flames are burning high
The reaper's comin' for our soul!
Watch him dance around the fence
In the gardens of death
Sing along with the souls
The skulls and the bones
At the gardens of death!
Puddle of mud, broken toys in the dirt
Kids turn into men, kindergarten turns to work!
Tired old boots marching on crooked floor
Legs are getting tired
Oh they won't march no more!
Winter's comin' soon
Our children're gettin' cold
They keep feeding up their dogs
And their wives are wearing gold
Our time is running out
Did we ever have control?
Flames are burning high
The reaper's comin' for our soul!
Watch him dance around the fence
In the gardens of death
Sing along with the souls
The skulls and the bones
At the gardens of death!
Watch him dance around the fence
In the gardens of death
Sing along with the souls
The skulls and the bones
In the gardens of death!
At the gardens of death!
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
But they keep feeding up their dogs
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
But they keep feeding up their dogs
Our children're gettin' cold
Our children're gettin' cold
Sing along with the souls
Sing along with the souls
The skulls and the bones
At the gardens of death!
Credits
Writer(s): Apolinario Correia
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