Forging Sympathy Lyrics - Icon - Paradise Lost

A mass of breathing souls 

For times are desolate 

Passing judgment on my sentence 

As I perceive my dying day 

Give me a promise. 

The word I will never hear 

Sympathies forging, stalling in me 

I'm closing all the doors 

While my frown remains 

Until I reach my golden haven 

I'll let the sadness pass my way 

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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 forgery' 

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... 

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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