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
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