Wel come to, Oblivion
…
Wel come to O, blivion
The land, where   an gels sin
…


Even, the de   vil, does  not   know
Where, the  angels go

He,  wonders why
God takes, their lives

Why do,  the angels die?
…


How   do they fall?
Do   they feel pain?
******,   by God's grace
Dragged  by  **  ly  chains


To, Oblivion
Where they will be, for   go   tten

Even, the de vil, would know  it's,   cruel
But God likes  to   rule
Sim ple ma chines
…


Their dreams
And all their,  fears
Oblivi on tears

Their dreams
All their, fee ee ee ee eel ings
Oblivi  on fears


Drea ea ming
Fee eeling
Think    ing
**    o    ping


That's  not  God's  plan
Th­ey face God's wrath
Fa ding   a way
From all me mo   ry

Obli   vion
The an   gels' pri    son

Puppets in
Hea ea ea ea ven
Freedom chained in
Obli i i vi on

Where the    a an gels
Fa a ade away
In O  bli     vi      on

…


Wel come    to,    Oblivion
You won't re   member them
…
O bli vi on        tears