Down Through the Gardens

Now when it is over
 The last judgement falls
 In the trail of the dead
 We follow, their burning trace
 Here, in the stench of death
 We travel, with blinded eyes
 In darkness, forward and towards
 Our final, destination
 Down through the gardens, where the statues are crying
 Hollow yet aware, the blood drips from their dead eyes
 Forever they will dwell here, forever they will judge
 The atrocities of man, the lost miracle of life
 Onward on, we hail the night
 Eternal torment, endless pain
 And you will get what you deserve
 Inside the wailing walls of sorrow
 Here, At the Gates
 Of your burning resting place
 You will find no peace of mind
 Now, reap what you've sown
 Down through the gardens, where the statues are crying
 Hollow yet aware, the blood drips from their dead eyes
 Forever they will dwell here, forever they will judge
 The atrocities of man, the lost miracle of life
 All your fears, relinquished
 The path becomes so clear
 As the melody of death
 Will triumph everything