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