Battlefield Gardener Songtext
von Genus Ordinis Dei

When the screams of battle fall
In well of silence
When the smell of corpses rises
From the land of sin
I go out of shadows
And dance on deads
Vermins, flies and worms
My only friends

I live on the death of others
Kill yourselves forever more

Battlefield gardener
I′m the one
This is my vocation
Supreme delight


With passion and pleasure
I stroke my dear deads
I feel their recall
I don't want to feel more
When in the sky fly birds of prey
I become hunter
No rules no directives
This is my wonderful garden

I live of the death of others
My garden is now in flower

Battlefield gardener
I′m the one
This is my vocation
Supreme delight
Battlefield gardener
I'm the one
This is my vocation
Without it I'm gone