Forging Sympathy — Paradise Lost

A mass of breathing souls For times are desolate Passing judgement 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

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...

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