-intro-
-chorus-
Welcome to the garden of hate, this is not a nice place
Anyone here doesn't like you, we don't like your face
In Garden of Hate, you will suffer and burn,
When you have arrived, there is no turning back!
-bridge-
(No, you can't turn back! ) (x2)
-verse 1-
Only thing that grows on our land,
Is anger, which grows from a pile of sand
When it have been grown enough,
You will realize what is tough!
-bridge-
-chorus-
-bridge-
-outro-
From darkness we came, and to darkness we are going again, like a train!