The Roots of Eden

Embracing the shell which closed up your past
while knowing she holds the only truth
Drink the glass of blood-red wine always as the last
wherever black angels hold you around the chest

Wearing fake lipstick and dressed up as a sheep
while the ignorant can't see you're a wolf
Open your chance not to fall too deep
'cause the cross is a lie, so do not weep

The roots of eden
Coming out as the past as the gods fault
His roots of eden
Feeds now the mind of all human cold

The old man just died and his dreams had too
No man shall not ever be exposed to the lies
Which lie with her, with me and with you

Dreams are just shades of somebodies will
When you know your god was born just to kill
Accepting his fate opens the gate of your ruin
for what is your angel of death now doing