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