Never the light of the sun, for it has no passage here
peace lilies sing in static harmonies of all broken dreams
here the lord of all that is dark tends his disciples
touching them with his black painted nails

Poison Ivy surrounds the boarders
protecting this realms of their sweet lord
gardeners of hell's realms take up their duties
making death of maidens there a sweet ****** hobby

Bones are crushed hope is lost in this garden of shadows
no mercy and no retreat do the trees of despair sing
blood their sustenance and horrific prayers
sentinels without souls hold shield and sword in hand

There is no death, no gods here
just the master and his business
children hang from the highest trees
and all do spit blood to sustain the soil

Oh rich is the crimson wine of the dying
like the suffering of a hanged man
where the mandrake thrives
in the shadow of the black oak

Death has dominion in this garden
no fury is as deep or blind
for here no sunlight does shine
and the devil calls to his own here

Suffering is paramount here
shadows of the suffering scream
the blood flows most pro verdant
as the black showers of deaths oil

Sing do the trees of hardships flocks
as the children of eve swing from the trees
and all that thought good but selfish
are truly brought to their knees

There is no mercy in this garden
no sun will ever shine
not in the dark lords garden of shadows
the place of the divine

Slow comes death to the human kind
slow and painful and so desperate
watch the desiccation
of all of the human race


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris