Oblivion - Todtgelichter

Dead night comes near

This is the fear of being forgotten

Dead night can’t hear

Swallowing the stench of something rotten

In a construct of emptiness

Iron skeletons of dead giants

And here comes the last living soul

Which will vanish without a trace

Sentinel of the dead

The last thousand years will come to an end

Close the gates, make it end

Cover me with rust and mute my lament

For the loneliness tears my heart

Kills my anguish, murders my angst

And a final storm of dust

Sweeps what has been us

And a final storm of dust sweeps us

Into the mouth of the dead city sleeper