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