Astral Troy - Ashes of Oblivion
This song was created for Game of Bands round 259 : "Random Random"
- sso_ghantu 2
- davidjohnofficial 3
- joshuabananas 2
- 0
Lyrics:
I shiver in the corner
Looking for some solace
But the air smells of loneliness
The rigids walls
That kept me safe
Fall apart without delay
Going nowhere, thrown to the storm
With nothing left to mourn
All the saints are gone, with no more angels in the sky
Forgotten, forsaken, like a rose lost in the fire
In the ashes of oblivion, what good am I?
Roaming the waste in search of a light
The dark abyss
Grows darker yet
And only my breath remains
No one can help you now
The sliver’s gone
And you only have yourself to blame
Taking a chance, to make it through
Though I'll be like the rest soon
All the saints are gone, with no more angels in the sky
Forgotten, forsaken, like a rose lost in the fire
In the ashes of oblivion, what good am I?
Roaming the waste in search of a light
No thoughts can fill the space
With words in my mouth I failed to speak
The kiss of death, an empty embrace
Now fate demands that my soul grows weak
Taking a chance, to make it through
Though I'll be like the rest soon
All the saints are gone, with no more angels in the sky
Forgotten, forsaken, like a rose lost in the fire
In the ashes of oblivion, what good am I?
Roaming the waste in search of a light
Looking for some solace
But the air smells of loneliness
The rigids walls
That kept me safe
Fall apart without delay
Going nowhere, thrown to the storm
With nothing left to mourn
All the saints are gone, with no more angels in the sky
Forgotten, forsaken, like a rose lost in the fire
In the ashes of oblivion, what good am I?
Roaming the waste in search of a light
The dark abyss
Grows darker yet
And only my breath remains
No one can help you now
The sliver’s gone
And you only have yourself to blame
Taking a chance, to make it through
Though I'll be like the rest soon
All the saints are gone, with no more angels in the sky
Forgotten, forsaken, like a rose lost in the fire
In the ashes of oblivion, what good am I?
Roaming the waste in search of a light
No thoughts can fill the space
With words in my mouth I failed to speak
The kiss of death, an empty embrace
Now fate demands that my soul grows weak
Taking a chance, to make it through
Though I'll be like the rest soon
All the saints are gone, with no more angels in the sky
Forgotten, forsaken, like a rose lost in the fire
In the ashes of oblivion, what good am I?
Roaming the waste in search of a light