-intro-

-chorus-

Welcome to the garden of hate, this is not a nice place.
Anyone here doesn't like you, we don't like your face.
In garden of hate, you will suffer and burn,

When you have arrived, there is no turning back!

-bridge-

(no, you can't turn back! ) (x2)

-verse 1-

Only thing that grows on our land,
Is anger, which grows from a pile of sand.
When it have been grown enough,

You will realize what is tough!

-bridge-


-chorus-


-bridge-

-outro-

From darkness we came, and to darkness we are going again, like a train!