OBLIVIONS GATE Your oblivions

,,I am the echo you chose not to hear,, On fragile ice I walk alone, Through words that burn, through bitter tone. I fade away, no sound, no trace, From poisoned crosses, this cursed place. Your oblivions I tear from sky, From ashen heavens, cold and dry. Into the void I slowly fall, A weight for crosses—that’s all. Your oblivions— I curse them forevermore! Your oblivions! Your oblivions!!! I scream into the cold canyons deep, Where echoes die and shadows creep. With this loud cry I take my toll, For trampled verse, for shattered soul. Your oblivions lie in ruins gray, I crash my voice against decay. My broken lines, my hollow breath— A scream that steals what’s left of death. Your oblivions— I curse them forevermore! Your oblivions! Your oblivions!!! Your god is now a stranger’s face, In hollow lies, in empty space. The blind are nailed to crosses high, Forever lost beneath the sky. You built the gates of endless night, Beneath the cross, a mask so tight. You gave these shores to silence deep, While all the drowned forever sleep. Your oblivions— I curse them forevermore! Your oblivions! Your oblivions!!! I tear the sky from fields below, And burn the winds that used to blow. In fallen crosses, dark and cold, The ruin’s grip I now behold. Your oblivions across the ice I bear, Into dead fires, into thin air. Into the dew where life won’t grow, Where nothing lives—only the woe. Your oblivions— I curse them forevermore! Your oblivions! Your oblivions!!! Your oblivions! Your oblivions!!!