I saw…Oblivion!


Anguished shrieks of torment ring out against thee
Immemorial, upon the eroding winds of time
Inexorably struggle against this self-fulfilling prophecy
Relentlessly pursued by the weaving sisters of grief
With thirsty bloodlust, I rage against destiny
Spit repudiation into the mouths of circumstance (cursed inevitability)
Strangled by my own mortal coil, I foresee
Even the gods must face their own mortality

And with dead eyes, I saw oblivion…

An arcane horror dawns upon the twilight of my humanity
A primordial and paradoxical truth which guides our blades
I will not be beholden to such an asinine fallacy
Declare martial law on time’s institutionalised contract
I cannot abide and live in this infantile fantasy
Demand these apportioners of divine will’s heads
Freewill is a conception made by man’s self-willed destiny
And I shalt not be bound to this preordained finality

And with dead eyes, I saw oblivion…

My breath turns hoarse…
My throat is raw…
Entropy, I come to worship at your altar
So that I may finally see
I cut out my eyes…
My soul it still yearns…

Entropy….I beg of thee receive this supplication
Let this not be a foregone conclusion
Atropos….Let man’s freewill guide his own destiny
Let thou choose thine own longevity
Entropy….Upon death’s horizon I have seen
With dead eyes, in revelation I believe

Entropy’s loyal servant for eternity…
Gouged my eyes out in a visceral offering…
Blind, I wade through life’s waters stygian…
Down on my knees, I beg for oblivion!

Prepare for oblivion….


I saw oblivion
But it was not of my own design
Atropos’ ghastly shears
Cut thy string so that I may be free!

I saw oblivion
But it was not of my own design
Free of their strings
Fated to my own self-willed destiny

Once blind, fated to witness this obscene absurdity
Free from their schemes, no longer bound to their will
Upon death’s horizon I have seen a life of inferiority
The reckoning of my soul hath liberated me from their path
Shackled to providence’s endless wheel of misery
In stygian waves, this self-fulfilling prophecy begins anew (cursed inevitability)
As we guide our blades inward, so that we may see
The burning truth radiates upon my own fatality

And with dead eyes, I saw oblivion…

With dead eyes, I now see life’s cruel totality
My accomplishments for naught, lost in the sands of time
Deceived into thinking man makes his own destiny
I embrace this revelation without respite
The reconciliation of the Moirai’s paradoxical duality
Entropy our master, as we fade into obscurity
While locked in this prison of my own self-fulfilling prophecy
I forever remain bound to ephemerality

And in transcendence, I am oblivion…

I saw oblivion!
I am oblivion!