are in hell, and yet so cold Gardens of grief There's no God to punish us, and yet we suffer Throughout so many lifetimes in this garden I have dwelt
and respect this place It will be with your in your heart, on your journey The gates of city lies before you The temple of truth whispering their waves
are in hell, and yet so cold Gardens of Grief There's no god to punish us, and yet we suffer Throughout so many lifetimes in this garden I have dwelt
Перевод: At The Gates. По садам Горе.