Rest In Oblivion — Dark Fortress

Still, I gaze upon to the death-drowned skies, Where all my buried visions lie, Still, the pulse of "life" tears me apart, Like a burning dagger within my heart

Smothering, suffering, My face in the mirror Just another carved monument of transience Like a grey illusion in a midnigth's dream

Longing for the final coronation The day of this sickness' cremation

A weary soul, pierced by the wounds of "life" Depressing emptiness, Loss of perception Misery, come and bless my soul once more

Forgotten, the time, when I was free Forsaken, the place, where I wish to be Just one picture marked in my mind, Death take my hand, Take me to the ruins of my destination!

Rest in oblivion my persihed soul, In places so drab, in timeless spheres, Never to be called again

Life is all in vain, for only ashes will remain.