Underground Connection Oblivion (Nemain Morrigan from First Martyr)

Silent observers, watching through the ages
From the depths of antiquity
They weave our destinies
They don't need victims
we are victims
Our dust is essence

Our souls
are just illusion
No paradise
awaits us

Blinded by our own weakness
Deafened by ego
We seek meanings
We build sand castles
Not knowing that we are just a sand
We are destined only to suffer
This is the great love of the universe
To erase us to bloody stripes

Oblivion
is the end
The insatiable mouth
of emptiness
inside your guts
and rotting flesh

And eternity devours moments
And spews out living beings
Who try to live, But still death
awaits them
That's the whole point
those are the rules
of the game, in which only those who watch us
from the darkness of eternity win