Rotten fruits  abhorrent harvest  we gather skulls  
instead of fertile joy  The twisted fruit of doom  we 
enjoy your luxuriance  the twisted fruit of doom  the 
ending of our innocence  This cold August  delivers its 
offerings  we sink our teeth  into dead meat  The twisted 
fruit of doom  we enjoy your luxuriance  the twisted 
fruit of doom  the ending of our innocence  Morbid 
incense  of this bloody garden  we breathe dust  the 
pollen of future death  Soulcages in my basket  all are 
coming here  dismal celebration  drink and feast!  The 
twisted fruit of doom  we enjoy your luxuriance  the 
twisted fruit of doom  the ending of our innocence