Oblivion

There's nothing left in this world but oblivion
And the singe of the flames
Singe of the flames
Circling buzzards and the stench of the dead
To God, it's all the same

It's blowing down from the north wind
An ancient prophecy of doom
It's blowing down from the north wind
An ancient prophecy of doom

It seems like the world
Sinks into oblivion
It seems like the world
Sinks into oblivion

Oblivion

I'm not the beast, I'm not the rat
I'm not the demon taking on a barbecue
I'm in control, they're taking hold
I'm playing already my soul
My soul

Damnation's holy flame
The final fate of man
Pray to your god
For her final gift
The frozen kiss of death

Oblivion
Oblivion