Текст песни Paradise Lost - Forging Sympathy
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Текст песни Paradise Lost - Forging Sympathy
A mass of breathing soulsFor times are desolatePassing judgement on my sentenceAs I perceive my dying dayGime me a promise.The word I will never hearSympathies forging, stalling in me( )I'm closing all the doorsWhile my frown remiansUntil I reach my golden havenI'll let the sadness pass my wayPreaching the words of angels, to a darker side of manMy halo's fading with all the sin I dealHave I been banished, 'a fogery'Sear, the tender feeling as my solar glow diesAnd I'm waiting for my sweet hellYou'll wait for 'your' hell, I wish you hell...In time the hate corrodesOur brains are desolate