in the eyes of the lord he never did shit for me i stand alone in this world trust and faith so long forgotten you and i we are forsaken just fucking
Your God has forsaken me, so I remain in darkness. To hide my face away, to make myself nolonger seen. My heart is always bleeding, for it's always
The Tragedy of forsaken Angels A Drama full of dismal Grief once there was Peace in Paradise in heavenly Solitude they might dwell but bitter Tears dropped
I am in pain I am... the cursed one Life is not what it was meant to be What I didn't ask for has now turned my way Somewhere in a garden it all turned
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Enter the halls of distant memory Feel your previous actions once again Your lies and deceit Your hate and long lost love Walk through the hallway of
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Rites of death Rites of undeath We're falling We're falling down I told you we're into deep Transfer life into what's dead The act of human playing
The grip no longer holds When passion abandons The bonds no longer clutch And the rope screams you name A path of daggers But where to step A hallway
The assembler of souls absorbs all within his reach His seemingly perpetual glance of doom Would even make the smallest of serenities breach As he rides
Your ideals are wicked and deceiving how can you find peace you seek the righteous, but find the void Die by the sword of live by the book Glimpse your
The art of the Y Is the excellence of X Corroding is for autumn Renewing is for spring The art of the Y Is the excellence of X Corroding is for autumn
My hands in the open wound The knife clutches near The blood of my veins spread out My flesh become soiled This desperate act of loss The pain of knowing
one we left behind You are the forsaken I will no longer turn my head I will never forget you You are the one we left behind You are the forsaken Our
wrath) Forever independent - Forever special hate to thou On the day we lost our souls Covers the time when we will come to rule Forlorn, forsaken and
the wind Across vast oceans onwards we fly The veil has been lifted the leavetaking's nigh Only our memories are bound to the soil From shores forsaken
a glance back, a glance into the now tears sweeten the day, but the aftertaste is bitter where are the good old times, where is my dependence - bullet
Of what I think to see Stinging eyes but I don't know where Desperation is complete Invisible voices whispering feeding the chameleon in me Colliding, forsaking
