Songtext von Dark Matter Invocation

The screams are lost Shocked from their foiled feeding The world is cold Dark immersions Lying in the wake of the cold blast Dying regions Lying in the wake of the cold blast Facing all your fears The end of times are here this is your past Here comes the trap The earth a traceless smoke cloud Black rings of dust Dark matter Dark matter A ray of ashen powder A blinding flash Dark matter Dark matter Invocation Invocation Wasted lives in isolated storms of perfection The arrival of your end The silence in your hands Draining with a violent force Wasted lives in isolated storms of perfection The arrival of your end The silence in your hands Draining with a violent force Dark matter Dark matter Dark matter The invocation of the end Dying regions Lying in the wake of the cold blast Facing all your fears The end of times are here this is your past Here comes the trap