Our Shattered Garden

Mentally defiled from the cold black absence
Fighting for control of my new corpse
Haunted by the presence of a million memories
Plucked from kindred souls

Histories and tombstones but a faded practice
No one left the victors to survive
Led to burn for nothing but a brand new horror
Forced upon the meadow taking life

My mind is open wide

Thrust into a realm
Of dark and light forsaken
Crafted by its hand
To muse the sins of man
While plotting its revenge
With ash and sacrifice
The herald of the end
Behold, the product our sin

And when you see it's portraits on the walls
Then you will know just what it meant to fall
This is your home, we've waited far too long
The seventh birth, you are right where you belong

Within this realm
Where it found peace
We have found secrets of our Tyrant ruler

And if you seek
For truth or lies
You will find both inside our shattered garden

Personify the soul attached within you
Evoke the strength left vacant for the hatred in your heart

The pure one
The gathering one
The bleeding one
The blinding one
The darkened one
The nurturing one
The burning one
Bred as captives knowing only death

So when you feel your fated lonely call
Then you will know, its lies were told to all
Bringer of fear, a harbinger in thrall
After your wrath, there will be nothing to recall

The Tyrants plan
Will be fulfilled
Now that the burning one is manifest

There's no escape
From truth and lies
You're now a patron of our shattered garden