Žodžiai dainai: Gardens Of Gehenna. Gods Of Gloom.

There is something going on
And it's rough
And it's cruel
And it's deeply satisfying

There is something from inside
That is huge, that is cruel
That is something
That you'll never understand

Somewhere beyond the far horizon
The Gods of gloom and gore arise
Where from an everlasting wound
Bleeding are the western skies

The darkness talks if you do listen
The silence will dance at times
If you don't live within this world
You'll never know about the fight

That's fought within myself so often
You'll never know what demons dream
How wolves became a part of me
How crows and ravens rule the night

Watch me rise
As I celebrate your decay
Watch me grow
As I fall and pray