Morgue Of Centuries Lyrics - Singles - Disarmonia Mundi

Descent 

Towards a dead end 

Primeval substance 

Morphing blake angelic state 

Collecting' inside 

So near ravenous shine 

Damn clear foul mankind's 

Rushing' faster to an end 

Slash pale wings the core is torn 

Skin red beings the soul is gone 

Bliss the seeds of confusion 

While silent they observe 

This life 

Fallen' sins from my veins 

An army stands to free 

Swift mire 

Swollen sick from my hands 

Domain of history 

Ablaze 

The western sky red 

Over the wasteland 

Feathers falling' blake 

Digging' inside 

Your lunatic feeble mind 

A hysterical genocide 

Face the end of days 

Slash pale wings the core is torn 

Skin red beings the soul is gone 

Smash the white of these goddamn walls 

Uncontrolled 

Force the end of the rivalry 

Sanctified for a common fear 

Bliss the seeds of confusion 

While silent they observe 

Release my 

Wounded soul at the end 

Worst of you 

My desire in your eyes 

Free fall 

Resemble the unknown 

Oh well we're all fucked 

But silent still you watch 

Impassable eyes 

Null screams calling' for a dreaming' 

Sky may cry 

Bleeding' forevermore