Testo di Forging Sympathy

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