Work it out, work it out People placed in situations they can't take' what they facing Is the trials and tribulations to make them say The Lords forsaken
same fate waits for you my friend Blessed or forsaken She wears the black ribbon Nearest to all things Patiently waiting So let the angels sing Silently weeping
not three When this fair lady began to weep She wept most bitterly Ah, why do you weep, my fair young maid Weep it for your golden store? Or do you weep
Oh, love I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you Oh, I need you now And those who dance, begin to dance Those who weep begin And "Welcome, welcome
crawl 'Neath a swirling den of pain The plight of all creation The fall of their existence Extinction, the will of humanity Forsaken by my hand Oh weep
Awken from below I call thee Thy master pure in darkness The one of hate before thy paths Were chose to be forsaken From depths of time in portals Through
Weeping may endure for a night But joy comes in the morning Trust Him Somehow I know that there's a place up above With no more hurt and struggling Free
love, I need you, I need you, I need you I need you, oh, I need you now And those who dance, begin to dance Those who weep begin And "Welcome, welcome
, "And she would have married me, "But I have forsaken her crowns of gold, "And it's all for the love of thee." "Now you forsake your house carpenter
He weeps, but no one hear Is this the final point of his life? The direction of his soul A painting in dark Where is he to go In this maze of confusion
punch my fist right through your flesh and tear out your fucking spine Bending as hell until it snaps, now you are truly mine Where is your almighty father now, forsaken you weep
He must have forsaken thee Cause he watches you suffer believe He watches you grieve He sends his assasins They'll get you when your sleeping, weeping
[lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken] Crimson tears summon me to the eclipse of my death For the reckoning of my sins I shall pledge A black veil of
me, open this shell to behold Behold me as your own trust beyond betrayal Carved as I am in your mind of disbelief I weep from the misery you won't share
In orphaned seas, where the haunters of the dark Weep in solitary madness The poet grieves a dying muse Flowered in sin, where the smoldering earth bequeaths
[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken] I walk through barren corridors glistening With a stench of a promised salvation This sultry wilderness mourns
in my arms, Tomorrow my bride shalt be." "I'll not come down, thou false Gorman I'll not come down to thee; I'll not forsake my own dear lord, Tho' he
