作词 : Holmes, Mackintosh
Artist：paradise lost
Songs Title：forging sympathy
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
Im closing all the doors
While my frown remians

Until I reach my golden haven
Ill let the sadness pass my way

Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man
My halos fading with all the sin I deal
Have I been banished, a fogery
Sear, the tender feeling as my solar glow dies
And Im waiting for my sweet hell
Youll 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