Never find, the forsaken.
When its me I lose my faith in,looking for this dissection,
my souls been hiding,from disease,
and from the fight that's between mydarkened sight, and this dying endless night.
In this unholy hour,
I feel the dark start to rise.
At dusk consume the power,foreshadowing dawns demise.
I am no longer and angelin this city of sin.
Can you see through my reflection?
Do you feel my intentions?
Reaching through this cloudless sky,
and for my sins do I deserve to die,
from disease, from the fight that's between mydarkened sight, and dying of this endless night.
Faith in who's destinies fell.
This is my final farewell.
Waging sin on those who foretell.
This is my final farewell.
Welcome to my final farewell....