In Debt to Oblivion Lyrics

"...forged by death…"

Lurid rumors reach our ears; of a crown so dismal

Stowed away within the cavities of this world

- Sealed behind emerald gates

- Claimed by a Throne-keeper wrapped in wither…

Far beyond oblivion's shores

We have ventured in search of the chasm

And along the spine of earth lay our trails

Looking forlorn in the light of the moon…

And here it towers: the grandiose entrance to secrecy

Bearing marks of deeds unknown...

"Open thy gate! We have cometh to cleanse The Withered One!"

The serpentine pathway sprawls

Down towards the abysses palace of dysphoric grandeur

Looking ever more forlorn, our trails riddle the soil

Another few of thousands to endure

The atrocities of breeding the offspring of the fermented

With cleansing in mind we tread through the castle gate

A vast hall, shrouded in miasmic fog leaves our eyes dreary

Desanctified upon arrival, we are nothing more

Than taints of shame within this house of pain!

…and from His throne,

The Majesty beckons, unworthy of His crown

Here are no seeds of doubt

A totality of tyranny is sure to prevail

Spewing forth its demented sperm into the chalice

Of humanity's blissful ignorance of what the future holds

In the cavernous depths wherein they swallow the sun

Echo the lost prophecies' deploring sound

Of the abhorrent futures that lie in plain sight

Obstructed by our worthless lives...