Morgue of Centuries - Disarmonia Mundi

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