Past the angry horsemen riding
to the empty garden, flowers, trees
from the ghastly autumn breeze
we sat hiding
we sat hiding

As if we’d found a common ground
words were heard through the mist
But upon the soft land lay frowned
an empty garden, now it’s missed

Behold, kind sir, what we have made
a new land to envy and love
T’was perfect, our idea layed
beneath was hell and heaven above

It is told about that age
“Our fearful trip is done”
But lo the men, the wars they wage
One for all and all for none

The autumn breeze
The trees did chill
Across the seas
We kill, we kill

And, good sir, we did what you asked
the bells were left to ring
For our faces now were masked
while we cried on an angels wing

Let it not be foolishly said
it is his, the thing he finds
Seems words were lost on your deathbed
the idea was lost in our minds

Look to kill
A look to smile
Look to find
A look that’s vile
Look inside
our virtue, guile

Men will always do as they did
what once was fixed now it’s broken
above the garden dull words are spoken
and we hid
and we hid