Oblivion - Noctem

I’m burning.

I´m the ashes of my decay,

From the deep of my ruins.

Sinners addicted to the forgiveness of a malicious saint.

Puppets of reduced will.

Handled at the whim of the master.

Rewarded with the oblivion gift.

Adepts to the infantile lasciviousness.

You sink between lethargic minds.

They Humbly pray into despair,

Fade away in an ephemeral sigh of life.

My last will… Dethroning the corpse of Yahweh.