A mass of breathing souls
for times are desolate
passing judgement on my sentence
as i perceive my dying day
gime me a promise.
the word i will never hear
sympathies forging, stalling in me
I'm closing all the doors
while my frown remians
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 fogery'
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