The Devil's Orchard

This trail is 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" 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 Searched to find A pathway to the sun Saw the signs Intertwined Forgave me all my sins Why? Oh, stigmas revealing our vices And oh, stigmas revealing our vices God is dead, God is dead