Текст песни Paradise Lost - Forging Sympathy
Paradise Lost - Forging Sympathy слова песни
A mass of breathing soulsFor times are desolatePassing judgement on my sentenceAs I perceive my dying dayGive me a promise.The word I will never hearSympathies forging, stalling in meI`m closing all the doorsWhile my frown remainsUntil 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 forgery`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 desolateAnd this prison which we serve inWill be a witness to our painsPreaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man