I saw…Oblivion! Anguished shrieks of torment ring out against thee Immemorial, upon the eroding winds of time Inexorably struggle against this self-fulfilling prophecy Relentlessly pursued by the weaving sisters of grief With thirsty bloodlust, I rage against destiny Spit repudiation into the mouths of circumstance (cursed inevitability) Strangled by my own mortal coil, I foresee Even the gods must face their own mortality And with dead eyes, I saw oblivion… An arcane horror dawns upon the twilight of my humanity A primordial and paradoxical truth which guides our blades I will not be beholden to such an asinine fallacy Declare martial law on time’s institutionalised contract I cannot abide and live in this infantile fantasy Demand these apportioners of divine will’s heads Freewill is a conception made by man’s self-willed destiny And I shalt not be bound to this preordained finality And with dead eyes, I saw oblivion… My breath turns hoarse… My throat is raw… Entropy, I come to worship at your altar So that I may finally see I cut out my eyes… My soul it still yearns… Entropy….I beg of thee receive this supplication Let this not be a foregone conclusion Atropos….Let man’s freewill guide his own destiny Let thou choose thine own longevity Entropy….Upon death’s horizon I have seen With dead eyes, in revelation I believe Entropy’s loyal servant for eternity… Gouged my eyes out in a visceral offering… Blind, I wade through life’s waters stygian… Down on my knees, I beg for oblivion! Prepare for oblivion…. I saw oblivion But it was not of my own design Atropos’ ghastly shears Cut thy string so that I may be free! I saw oblivion But it was not of my own design Free of their strings Fated to my own self-willed destiny Once blind, fated to witness this obscene absurdity Free from their schemes, no longer bound to their will Upon death’s horizon I have seen a life of inferiority The reckoning of my soul hath liberated me from their path Shackled to providence’s endless wheel of misery In stygian waves, this self-fulfilling prophecy begins anew (cursed inevitability) As we guide our blades inward, so that we may see The burning truth radiates upon my own fatality And with dead eyes, I saw oblivion… With dead eyes, I now see life’s cruel totality My accomplishments for naught, lost in the sands of time Deceived into thinking man makes his own destiny I embrace this revelation without respite The reconciliation of the Moirai’s paradoxical duality Entropy our master, as we fade into obscurity While locked in this prison of my own self-fulfilling prophecy I forever remain bound to ephemerality And in transcendence, I am oblivion… I saw oblivion! I am oblivion!