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