neboj den poznam ich napr aj ja a myslim ze su fasacki.

ale pozna pozna

akoto ze sem nikto nechodi to ich nikto nepozna?!

Forging Sympathy

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