The Five Hundred - Oblivion lyrics

It has a mind of its own A virus with no home It lures you with a caress She’s my cruel mistress It cuts you to the bone Pure evil on the throne Infected and possessed She’s my cruel mistress Nothing is real anymore I’m grieving the loss now I know there’s no cure Descending with ghosts I know this is the end Descending with ghosts The fate of the damned It has a mind of its own A virus with no home It lures with a caress She’s my cruel mistress Not with you Not with any of them Her vile addiction is oblivion Acid burns My stomach turns This fever climbs higher and higher Nothing is real anymore I’m grieving the loss now I know there’s no cure Descending with ghosts I know this is the end Descending with ghosts The fate of the damned The light you had has left your eyes You leave this world behind Lost in the grey oblivion And when the moon and sun collide It casts an end to time Lost in the grey oblivion Nothing is real anymore I’m grieving the loss now I know there’s no cure Descending with ghosts I know this is the end Descending with ghosts The fate of the damned Lost in the grey oblivion