Paroles de Feral garden

Behold, let's vision take your heart

Garden, where iron like father
Reminds brothers of their consanguinity, averting bloodshed
Where beasts, tired of roaring, rise and gaze at the sky
And are there so many of them 'cause they have a different vision of god?

Where low bird brings the gold of sunset
And all the might of it's conflagration
Lions dream, having their faces on pads
Garden, garden where wolves lick cold iron
And the glance of a beast means more than wisdom itself

Garden, we haunt with ease
Feral in the masses
Garden, man-made cosmos

Where eagle falls downwards like idol from temple roof
And sometimes he seats with a wings so strangely spread
Does it seem for him he's flying high over the mountains?
Or does he pray? or is he hot?

Garden, we haunt with ease
Feral in the masses
Garden, man-made cosmos