Garden of Vulthoom Lyrics

In the depths of the Martian sand,

Beneath red stone and lifeless land,

Where shadows creep and whispers grow,

Lies a garden no sun will ever know.

Twisted roots and flowers rare,

Bloom in the dark, devoid of air.

Their colors strange, their petals cold,

Stories of the ancient told.

(Feel the pulse, the creeping vine)

In the Garden of Vulthoom, we fall,

Where slumber's kiss consumes us all.

Roots entwine, with dreams we're fed,

In the Garden of the sleeping dead.

Fragrant fumes, a sweet decay,

Draw the lost and weak away.

One breath taken, minds collide,

With dreams of stars where horrors bide.

Through silent mist and thorns that gleam,

We drift in Vulthoom's endless dream.

Bound to rest in darkened bliss,

A hollow world sealed by his kiss.

(Drift into the endless green)

In the Garden of Vulthoom, beware,

Where nightshade blooms in Martian air.

Through tangled vines and poisoned dew,

The dream takes hold and colors you.

Petals of red, stems of black,

In haunted dreams, there's no way back.

Eternal sleep, a silent prize,

In Vulthoom's thrall, forever lies.

Can you feel the endless pull?)

Bound to roots in timeless trance,

Lost within the dreamer's dance.

Through winding paths, we wander deep,

Sinking further into sleep.

This garden lives, this garden breathes,

It binds our minds, it feeds, it seethes.

To wander here's to lose your soul,

In Vulthoom's world, beyond control.

In the Garden of Vulthoom's spell,

Where haunting blooms and shadows dwell.

A dream of peace, a world unseen,

In poisoned hues of blue and green.

So close your eyes and drift below,

Into the depths where dark things grow.

In Vulthoom's garden, lost and free,

Where slumber claims eternity.

(In the shadows, in the vines, forever sleep)