Viscerated bodies
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planted deep beneath the earth
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They fertilize the soil
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and feed for all they¡¯re worth
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Within the garden
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of unearthly delights
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True meaning of horror¡¯s found
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and hell¡¯s within our sights
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[Chorus:]
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He plants the seeds
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The germinate
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Black misdeeds, they pollinate
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Within the garden of bleeding¡¯s
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where the devil waits
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to introduce you to your fate
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Endless orchards dot the land
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of corpses up on spikes
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Beauty¡¯s in the eye of the
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beheaded on a pike
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Bathed in lakes of fire
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until a cinder¡¯s what remains
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The stench of death it makes
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the flowers bloom in his domain
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[Chorus]
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Bodies hang from branches
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like grapes hang from the vine
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Garlands made of human flesh
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they decorate his shrine
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On the wind and through the trees,
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the cries of suffering
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For this is the garden
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of the king of the unclean
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The Garden Of Bleeding
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Exodus |