Sow the seeds in our heart, that will flower into evil
The beauty that cannot be touched, nor attained, and that is the purpose
To create want where there is no need
Fleeing our own gardens, in pursuit of a single petal
Falling, falling this petal
Fall from grace, you die just to touch it, for that which never existed
Sadly we flee our own gardens in pursuit of that which never was
Never bearing witness to the fruits of our labor, nor the flowers of our love
Sow the seeds of evil, starve the seeds of love
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"All the good songs were written this way: I made half the tune, gave up on it, then picked it up again one to three years later and finished it. The not so good songs: I archive every riff I come up with (especially the shit ones) with a tape recorder. [...] Then I rehearse playing them as fast as possible until you can't hear what's going on", says the man behind the project. This is insanely fun. Hans