Full of grass, empty of sins Wanna try? It's like a dream Would you step into it? Nevermind, gentle breeze Why should you make your own will? The compromises were dissipated Why should you wash your sins? Forbidden fruit, shall be complicated Into the Garden of Sins All dreams come true within their own memories The Tree of Life gives the will The glory to forgive our misantrophy Empty eyes, broken wings Give a step, feel the peace Falling down, come to me Let it go with the wind I see the wonder in your gaze These blinded promises come with Creation But behold, shall we stay The serpent whispers poisoned lies in your head Into the Garden of Sins All dreams come true within their own memories The Tree of Life gives the will The glory to forgive our misantrophy Into the Garden of Sins All dreams come true within their own memories The Tree of Life gives the will The glory to forgive our misantrophy