Anekdoten King Oblivion
The seven trumpets call
Locusts fall,
darkening the sky and sun
The serpent's head will rise
from the depths,
from the corners of your mind
Ever wondered why?
What’s another lie
in a dark forest of denial?
What’s another drop
in a deep and diluted sea of compromise?
The horsemen gather ‘round,
line by line,
waiting for the chosen one
No heads hang in shame
All as one
bow to King Oblivion
Oh, it makes me cry
What’s another lie
in a dark forest of denial?
What’s another drop
in a deep and diluted sea of compromise?