I'll never enter this garden again, It has no flowers for me, Those metal fences drive me insane; Within 'em, I'm never free. In this closed garden, within metal fence, There is no wind or sunlight; That's where faint-hearted look for defense, Unable to get over fright, yeah…
This is a real garden, It is not made of stone; You're gonna see the guardian Of the dead zone…
And I believe in the magical stone That can make gold out of lead, Against the current I go alone, There's no radiant future ahead; I leave the metal dissemblers behind, They've got the magnetic field And they have got a deceitful mind, Thorns cover their swords and shields, yeah…
This is a real garden, It is not made of stone; You're gonna see the guardian Of the dead zone…
It has everything but sunlight, Moon doesn't shine in this garden at night, And this garden is guarded by a knight; World is controlled by the dead zone.
Now there's completely no reason to strive, 'Cause anyway you're not gonna survive; You come out of the garden alive, But place you've left is the dead zone…
(3×) Run away, while you still have the energy, Run towards rising sun… (3×)