Oblivium
There is no divine realm Only boundless spaces And endless consciences There is no divinity There is no divine realm Only boundless spaces And endless consciences
Submitted by Grave666 — Jun 22, 2026
Sadness my ancient friend Refound thee on an old path Which was known as betraying hypocrisy Of useless utopia for a soul In deranging pain Rejoined my unwritten destiny While the rain black-dressed Steal images of illusion Which were unreal dreams For a despaired spirit Nothing can surprise anymore Future's not a mystery with open eyes Watching far the horizons Everything's just known And the coming soon revealed Because thoughts are always Faster than time Times to come will call My obsessed name Or will I hear the voice Of subconsciousness Whispering serpently from forgotten caves Future's catched there awaiting discover Will it unfortunately sleep Until the end of time Times to come will call My obsessed name Or will I hear the voice Of subconsciousness Whispering serpently from forgotten caves Future's catched there awaiting discover Will it unfortunately sleep Until the end of time
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The wind was blowing And the sky was crying The night was strong Like an iron man The illusions of a man Who was writing a song About his future About his dreams Life was painted in the clouds (With dark colors and blood) With dark colors and blood Life was painted in the clouds (With bright colors and fire) With bright colors and fire There were problems To be confronted to Words fell down Into an eternal abyss of hope The brushes of angels Are painting the life Of someone who has just Discovered to be dead (dead) Life was painted in the clouds (With dark colors and blood) With dark colors and blood Life was painted in the clouds (With bright colors and fire) With bright colors and fire Life was painted in the clouds (With dark colors and blood) With dark colors and blood Life was painted in the clouds (With bright colors and fire) With bright colors and fire Fire, fire
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Fifty shots and a thousand drugs This day's too long to keep my mind clear I'm translating my nonsense Into a fake knowledge I gather my bones To confirm that I'm stoned I drink my reality, stay away from this pain I remember my way corrupt to slow decay Lost the grip of control, conscience's returning… Just have another one and frustration is gone! Get back to the day when I've begun to be blind My life was cold-grey, just parody of existence A classical standard is this that I'm living now No joy, no sorrow, flat day by flat day. I drink my reality, stay away from this pain I remember my way corrupt to slow decay Lost the grip of control, conscience's returning… Just have another one and frustration is gone! I begun to be drunk For those thousand drugs Just parody of existence No joy, no sorrow, no life
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
It's too late to come back And to see where the sun has gone I know you can try, but it's so dark Maybe one day we'll return And we'll see The shadows in the night Shadows come, come to me Have no fear The only way is the light Shadows go away full of fear Or the light will bring you I'm not going to meet you Until the end of eternity Like soldiers under command Black shadows were riding black horses And they wanted to fight Where my land decades Where mountains are higher And there aren't any walls Shadows come, come to me Have no fear The only way is the light Shadows go away full of fear Or the light will bring you I'm not going to meet you Until the end of eternity I was standing on an ancient bridge With my sword in my hands And with my mind I flew To the battles against the shadows Which I have won Shadows come, come to me Have no fear The only way is the light Shadows go away full of fear Or the light will bring you I'm not going to meet you Until the end of eternity
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I watch a world Where no one can die My sword is the only That can bring peace I watch the flames Where no one can burn My body is there And it will burn in eternity Demons came and killed me But my soul and my sword Still are alive I don't know why am I here But I know that my Destiny has been decided I watch the hell Where no one can smile My death is the only That can give peace I watch the flames Where no one can burn My body is there And it will burn in eternity Clouds of blood came For visiting me Obscurity is watching what I do The master of war wants me The master of death Wants to see me dying
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Burn in the flames of your rusty perversion Pretending your choices to be your own creation What's the cradle of all that? Centuries have passed, you've been Trapped in your convictions Hypocritely sure to attain at what you wanted to Nobody can say if the first liar Was a man with brown hair And a purple crown of thorns Time heals everything (Time heals everything) But resignation wins at last (But resignation wins at last) So the ancient disease for truth (So the ancient disease for truth) Is standing still in oblivium (Is standing still in oblivium) There's no need to shoot over powers that reign in evidence What's lost can't be refund where its topics are banned The passivity of thousands years of social life As subment has submission And not salvation Nobody can say if the first liar Was a man with brown hair And a purple crown of thorns Time heals everything (Time heals everything) But resignation wins at last (But resignation wins at last) So the ancient disease for truth (So the ancient disease for truth) Is standing still in oblivium (Is standing still in oblivium) There's no need no more To repoure the old lymph in your veins Our truth has changed Or our truth is the first-said lie Everyone is a puppet in unmighty hands Forced in its need to seek Once again what was real Or to pass his life in front his eyes Nobody can say if the first liar Was a man with brown hair And a purple crown of thorns Time heals everything (Time heals everything) But resignation wins at last (But resignation wins at last) So the ancient disease for truth (So the ancient disease for truth) Is standing still in oblivium (Is standing still in oblivium)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Always fall into paranoia It' too easy to stare Painting figures of decease The fear of what could disappear Hardly walk, path of crisis An hazardous step Can resist to everything as long Difficult or easy that would be? Bow down in tears As I don't believe in myself (myself) Because of subconscient decisions The decline prepares its play (its play) For a character without hope The spasmodic neurasthenic contortion Grows to the point of convulsion Impossible to resist, stronger than reason Terrified, my might dissolves Once magic's gone away My tragicomical night Only negative my eyes Masochistic my thoughts Masochistic my thoughts As I don't believe in myself (myself) Because of subconscient decisions The decline prepares its play now (its play) For a character without hope As I don't believe in myself (myself) Because of subconscient decisions The decline prepares its play now (its play) For a character without hope Would you even take care of me?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026