Forgotten

Forgotten - Gothminister

Sun sets on the final day

Waking up from a thousand plagues

Light hurts in the orphan 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 buried child

Be aware it 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

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

Crawling out to breathe the air

Crawling out to breathe the air

Crawling out to breathe the air

Crawling out to breathe the air

Crawling out to breathe the air

And slowly comes the night

Inhales a dying sun

Of shadows will appear

A ghastly sight of crocked

Bodies crawling out

Of crocked bodies crawling out

To breathe the air