The Cross (Doom Metal) - The Fall

During my fall I brought
My curse and pieces of my life
I saw angels getting old
And their wing slowly rot and fall
Where is the root of creation?

Dancing in the boundary of chaos
This is the right moment
For freeing our demons inside

All discord brothers
Swear eternal gods
For never let the pain touch their souls

In the fall
I give and bring to ourselves
My holy destruction

My over flowing cup
Of fear and suffer
Tear of the righteous
Curse and madness