Craneium - A Secret Garden
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Another prophet from the dunes will soon arise
And bring fresh fever from the skies
They will worship, kneel and bow their heads
Turning into living dead

There's no turning back
Everything is turning black

I was dreaming of a secret garden
I was hoping you would know my name
We stand before you at the altar we adore
But it won't ever be the same

The chosen few will understand the secrets shown
And try to rule the masses and the known
There is no one watching in the skies
And my dreams turned into lies

There is no turning back
Everything is turning black

I was dreaming of a secret garden
I was hoping you would know my name
We stand before you at the altar we adore
But it won't ever be the same