Oblivion کے بول

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 felt the fear, I felt the wrath I felt the demons hiding under my breath Losing control, they're taking hold Obliterating 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