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