More from purgatory

Into my head
Black magic is fed
I worship the dead
No More
The moor
Where the whores
Lead and leave in droves
Expose the truth
Let em loose
The groves
Are guarded
The garden is too
It belongs to me and you
The graves
Are guarded
But the warden is you
The graves
Are guarded
But the warden is you
Pardon yourself
It's time to transfer
Back to Eden
Alive again
Naturally