Oblivion - Tim Lambesis

Ashes

All I see is ashes

Burning embers surrounding me

I taste the stench of ancestral rot

The fires raging beneath my feet

As I look upward, I breathe it in

Breathe it all in

Englut from a fetid sky

That’s filled with malignancy

This will be the result of paradoxical dogma

The endless searching to make the pieces fit

It didn’t come from the word as they wanted

But they made it so through all of this

Behold the sectarian warmonger

So eager and so bllicose

Armed with tent

Purge the skeptics

Enjoin servility

Laud through carnage

When the day has finally come

Who will you call?

Oblivion is drawing near to claim us all

At the trumpet’s final blare

You’ll feel despair