The garden sends a messenger
Centuries of sleep, in meadows deep
His secret holds the trigger of your vital cells
Awaken in the cell of horror,
Floor stained in blood from yourself and a friend
Your eyes are a beautiful blue;
In a rage the cloud's setting over
Your eyes have a beautiful skew; only in a rage
Garden sends a messenger. His secret, it is... Vital cells
Sleep in the cell of destruction;
Can't clarify what is said in this room
You'll never meet him; he didn't have what it took
Your eyes are a beautiful blue;
In a rage the cloud's setting over
Your eyes have a beautiful skew; only in a rage
Garden sends a messenger. His secret, it is...
Your right could be the wrong