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