A mass of breathing souls For times are desolate Passing judgement on my sentence As I perceive my dying day Give me a promise. The word I will never hear Sympathies forging, stalling in me
I'm closing all the doors While my frown remains Until I reach my golden haven I'll let the sadness pass my way
Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man
My halo's fading with all the sin I deal Have I been banished, `a forgery'
Sear, the tender feeling as my solar glow dies And I'm waiting for my sweet hell You'll wait for `your' hell, I wish you hell...
In time the hate corrodes Our brains are desolate And this prison which we serve in Will be a witness to our pains
Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man
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