Rotting Garden - Grendel

Cot deaths emerging

Accidents and catastrophes

Houses are burning

Those loaded guns

These playful hands

Their wrists are bleeding

Onto kitchen floors

So bring forth all your dying daughters

So bring forth all your dying sons

Leave your children at the rotting garden

Hear them scream and hear them play

Leave your children at the rotting garden

A monument for all their latter days

The rotting garden

See them placed on benches

See them collapse and fold

Dead children floating

In the waters cold

See their flesh corroding

In the summer sun

So bring forth all your dying daughters

So bring forth all your dying sons

Leave your children at the rotting garden

Hear them scream and hear them play

Leave your children at the rotting garden

A monument for all their latter days

The rotting garden

Can you hear them screaming?

Can you hear them play?

There is no life round here

Only tears and remembering

Cold bones embrace the mud

Disappearing in the summer sun

So bring forth all your dying daughters

So bring forth all your dying sons

Leave your children at the rotting garden

Hear them scream and hear them play

Leave your children at the rotting garden

A monument for all their latter days