Morgue of Centuries

Descent 
Towards a dead end 
Primeval substance 
Morphing blake angelic state 

Collecting' inside 
So near ravenous shine  [bad word] 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 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
But silent still you watch 

Impassable eyes 
Null screams calling' for a dreaming' 
Sky may cry 
Bleeding' forevermore