Masters Of Oblivion

Was there a great light? A hand from far beyond? A seed from the stars? From the dark evolved? Only we have the control Only we have the choice Only we can taste the blood That our hands cannot wash away How did we become the masters of reality? Why were we enthroned as the gleering kings? A failure of creation is we've become A great mass of chaos second to none Dust enthroned Masters of oblivion Our world barren and cold Masters of oblivion The signs seem so clear We are the shepards of life Perhaps the first Perhaps the last Its our burden to survive Our stones covered by cold dust Our words will fade The memories decaying A cold senseless fate We must breach the dark Dust enthroned Masters of oblivion Our world barren and cold Masters of oblivion