Paroles de Fruitarians

Sweet aroma of peachy skin and strawberry pulp of ecstasy Fill the fruitarians in paradise of Eve She's betrayed by her jealous and self-willed god Sacla is his name, misaddressed is, he the lord The creator, sole and mighty craftsman - Satanael Her pain, her master - for eternity her innocences disaster It's dawning to her slowly with terror born to scorch the earth an inferno It's dawning to her dawning reason of Eve... Now Bosch's fruitarians seek, and gaze into crystal Pearls of the shameless, and if restored, in the orchard She's betrayed by her jealous and self-willed god Sacla is his name, misaddressed is, he the lord The creator, sole and mighty craftsman - Satanael Her pain, her master - for eternity her innocences disaster It's dawning to her, slowly with terror born to scorch the earth an inferno It's dawning to her, dawning reason of Eve...