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
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