The Devil's Orchard

This is obsidian The grip of winter unkind Devil will follow Be cast out and sworn to the dark Take the road at devil's speed God is dead, God is dead Throw out the darkness Inside you, telling you now Senses corrupted Controlling a poisonous will Take the road at devil's speed God is dead, God is dead In the corner of my eye Demon fades from the hole Led the blind Searched to find A pathway to the sun Saw the signs Intertwined Forgave me all my sins Why, Why Oh, stigmats revealing our vices And oh, oh, Stigmats revealing our vices God is dead, God is dead