Come, oblivion, come
Upon the horizon is violence
Black smoke consuming
All that lays before it
Madness, hatred, ignorance
Devour the hopes
Destroy the dreams
Everything
And leaves nothing in the wake
but ash
One way or another
We chose the darkness that covers
Every single inch
Of our retched existence
What was beautiful, is now dull
What was majestic, and full
Now is hollowed
We are our own demons
We are the fools
Stealing the joy and hope
Removing our belief
Crushing faith
The black smoke chokes
Life from the living
And no one is forgiving
We are all the guilty
None are innocent
Of our sins
Of the way we live
What we believe
The disaster is what we earned
