Paroles de Morgue Of Centuries

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