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