In The Garden
Without Face Lyrics


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Long ago died silent lips
Ghosts of lovely words, tears
Of a never-ending hollow-life
Jewels of the deadly Nights

Memories have been lost in time
Like my fate, my soul-the faithless mind
Fever-grows in empty veins
And just the Garden that awaits...

...With my ancient life, unknown crimes
Deadly instinct never lies
Hunts me to kill, suffer my sin
Forever and always...in a dreamless dream

Over the Garden there is life waiting
Over the walls there is blood pulsing there us blood pulsing
Over the Gates life and death's waiting
Over the walls my hunger sating

Laughing-breaks my heaven's silence
Young blood haunts my aching mind
To rape my garden's (secret) clarity
But I cannot stop this growing pain

Oh, in my garden, there's life-waiting
Inside these walls, there is blood-pulsing
Inside the gates, life and death's waiting
Inside these walls my hunger sating...

Thrill waits to be blazed, flames up
Life's immense current stops
The fate of you-I make it your face
Your love, your hate, your blood, your fate,
Your heart, your dreams
Your mind...are mine...
...oh...What I did...where I killed...




Hands...living in chains...
The morning comes...and I burn

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Without Face's "In the Garden" explore the theme of internal struggles within a person's mind and the consequences of giving in to one's passions and instincts. The opening lines "Long ago died silent lips/Ghosts of lovely words, tears" suggest the singer's past is filled with pain and regret, leading to a hollow existence. The stanza then mentions "Jewels of the deadly Nights," which can be interpreted as memories of indulgence that have turned sour.


The next stanza continues the theme of lost memories, with the singer referring to their fate and soul as faithless. The fever growing in empty veins represents the uncontrollable urge to fulfill one's desires, while "the Garden that awaits" suggests that there may be a future beyond the current situation. The following section introduces the idea of deadly instincts that never lie, implying that the singer is haunted by past actions that have led to an internal struggle.


The chorus brings in the idea of life and death waiting beyond the garden's walls, and the hunger that sates inside. The use of the word "rape" to describe the violation of garden's secrets adds a violent edge to the lyrics, further highlighting the singer's inner turmoil. The final lines of the chorus can be seen as the singer trying to reassure themselves that there may be a way out of this cycle of pain and suffering.


The closing section of the song hints at the singer's actions leading to someone's death, with references to hands living in chains and the morning bringing with it a sense of guilt and remorse. Overall, the lyrics explore the theme of internal conflict and the consequences of giving into our darkest desires.


Line by Line Meaning

Long ago died silent lips
Words left unspoken, forever silenced.


Ghosts of lovely words, tears
Echoes of past love, now haunting and weeping.


Of a never-ending hollow-life
A meaningless existence that continues endlessly.


Jewels of the deadly Nights
Memorable moments of dark, dangerous nights.


Memories have been lost in time
Recollections from the past have faded away with the passage of time.


Like my fate, my soul-the faithless mind
My destiny, my essence, devoid of faith or conviction.


Fever-grows in empty veins
A restless yearning that courses through empty, lifeless veins.


And just the Garden that awaits...
Only the garden remains, waiting for me to return.


...With my ancient life, unknown crimes
My ancient existence conceals unknown sins.


Deadly instinct never lies
My murderous impulses are always true and accurate.


Hunts me to kill, suffer my sin
It drives me to murder and endure the punishment for my sins.


Forever and always...in a dreamless dream
Always and eternally trapped in a featureless dream.


Over the Garden there is life waiting
I can sense life beyond the garden walls.


Over the walls there is blood pulsing there us blood pulsing
There is violence and danger beyond the high walls. Blood courses through veins there.


Over the Gates life and death's waiting
Beyond the gates, both life and death await me.


Over the walls my hunger sating
My desire to kill and feed will be fulfilled outside the walls.


Laughing-breaks my heaven's silence
My maniacal laughter breaks the heavenly calm.


Young blood haunts my aching mind
My craving for the blood of the young torments me.


To rape my garden's (secret) clarity
To tarnish and violate the purity and brightness of my beloved garden.


But I cannot stop this growing pain
Despite my efforts, the agony and lust continue to intensify.


Oh, in my garden, there's life-waiting
The garden holds life that I crave and desire.


Inside these walls, there is blood-pulsing
Within the garden's walls, blood continually flows.


Inside the gates, life and death's waiting
Behind the garden's gates, both death and life are present.


Inside these walls my hunger sating...
My bloodlust is fulfilled by the victims trapped within the garden.


Thrill waits to be blazed, flames up
The excitement of violence and death ignites within me.


Life's immense current stops
All other aspects of life and existence fade away in the face of my thirst for blood.


The fate of you-I make it your face
You become the focus of my violent impulses, and your fate is sealed by how I perceive you.


Your love, your hate, your blood, your fate,
All aspects of you, no matter how significant or trivial, fall under my control.


Your heart, your dreams
Even your innermost emotions and aspirations are subject to my will.


Your mind...are mine...
I have absolute power over your thoughts and psyche.


...oh...What I did...where I killed...
The gruesome acts I have committed and the locations where I carried them out are a source of twisted pride for me.


Hands...living in chains...
The act of binding and restraining my victims is a perverse pleasure for me.


The morning comes...and I burn
Despite all my violent impulses and twisted desires, I am ultimately consumed by my own pain and emptiness.




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Comments from YouTube:

Kerrigan Addicott-Case

Really excellent. Listened to this album many times overshadowed by happy bare trees in the arid Autumn and quiet mornings speeding through the strangling cold of Winter winds. Also while playing Quake 4, for whatever reason.

Stephen Bradley

One of the most well known Hungarian songs in the UK thanks to Terrorizer magazine including it on "Thats what I call Terror" cover CD. Everyone in my UK school listened to this

Carolina

Great song. Julie looks so beautiful in this picture.

Russell101

this album is amazing!

Ragnaroque

Yes, -that- Earache sampler. Some of my friends have called this "Teenage Girl Metal" but I love it regardless!

petertyson2

Now this is a blast from the past, I can remember hearing this about 10 years ago, it was on a Terrorizer magazine free CD.

Stephen Bradley

Yep I also have the same Terrorizer CD and used to listen to this track pretty often in secondary school when "studying". Other songs included something by Vader, Monochromatic Stains by Dark Tranquility, and that "FIFTEEN STICKS" song. A mad CD indeed.

Beppe Brattoli

it's a shame this song is unknown at the most people

kinga kuti

beautiful indeed

Ayzahar

epic song.

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