A mass of breathing souls
For times are desolate
Passing judgement on my sentence
As I percei have my dying day
Gime me a promise.
The word I wi will never hear
Sympathies forging, stalling in me
Imclosing all the doors
While my frown remians
Until I reach my golden haven
I will let the sadness pass my way
Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man
My halos fading with all the sin I deal
Have I been banished, a fogery
Sear, the tender feeling as my solar glow dies
And Imwaiting for my sweet hell
You wi will wait for your hell, I wish you hell...
In time the hate corrodes
Our brains are desolate
And this prison which we serve in
Wi will be a witness to our pains
Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man
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Paradise Lost
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