Letras:
Cathedral The Garden

Ghost of war smiling - damnation is nigh Humanly abandoned - atrocity is rife Moral desolation - future in decline Final devastation - We shall pay the

Living dead of London town Flesh vessels underground Mourning suits, burial gowns 9-5's doleful sound Pallid faces office bound Mortuary all year round

Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane Told his coven gathered: "Kill King James" Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing Burn it slowly

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In the garden of creation stands a skeletal tree Hanging from it's branches afterbirth of Adam and Eve Blossomed in mutation rotted through centuries