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