Burning Eden by Whiskey Viper

We built our thrones on broken bones
Dug our graves in sacred stone
We crowned the liars, silenced cries
Watched mercy choke and justice die

We paved the streets with shattered vows
Lit the skies with mushroom clouds
We pray to screens, we feed the beast
And call it freedom, call it peace

Welcome to Burning Eden
The garden’s scorched and dry
We traded truth for reason
Then sold the reason why
This world was once a promise
Now it’s a curse in bloom
So step into the furnace—
There’s always, always room

We draw our lines in holy sand
Then wash the blood off guilty hands
We preach of light with hearts of coal
We trade our children for control

We locked the doors on empathy
Called wrath a proud identity
And from the ashes of our grace
We wear a smile on hell’s own face

Welcome to Burning Eden
The garden’s scorched and dry
We traded truth for reason
Then sold the reason why
This world was once a promise
Now it’s a curse in bloom
So step into the furnace—
There’s always, always room


Right here we crucify the kind
And call the execution "justified"
Right here we salt the earth with pride
And wonder why the flowers died

Welcome to Burning Eden
The garden’s scorched and dry
We traded truth for reason
Then sold the reason why
This world was once a promise
Now it’s a curse in bloom
So step into the furnace—
There’s always, always room

• Industrial Metal
• Metal
• doom metal
• Sundbyberg