Forgotten - Gothminister

Sun sets on the final day

Waking up from a thousand plagues

Light hurts in the orphant’s eye

Imprison faith in the newborn child

We are forgotten

Our minds locked up in fear

We are forgotten

But now our time is here

And slowly comes the night

Inhales a dying sun

Of shadows will appear

A ghastly sight of crocked bodies

Crawling out to breathe the air

In the fields where light remains

Far away from all common sense

Severed hands from a burried child

Be aware, it’s the omen

From the twisted side

We are forgotten souls with our minds locked up in fear

So pray for salvation cause the empire is near