Morgue of Centuries

Morgue of Centuries - 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

This life

Fallen sins from my veins

An army stands to free

Swift mire

Swollen sick from my hands

Domain of history

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 f**ked

But silent still you watch

Impassable eyes

Null screams calling for a dreaming

Sky may cry

Bleeding forevermore

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

This life

Fallen sins from my veins

An army stands to free

Swift mire

Swollen sick from my hands

Domain of history