my whisper can't break through the still Sundown brings no sleep and in my eyes sets no morning Oblivion that's all I'm asking for Oblivion the
voice And whispering snow Fell like an elegy [Chorus:] O calmest sleep - kiss my fear away A peaceful evening I was engrossed in self-oblivion I couldn
heard in my childhood, it's so hard to believe I'm so weak as the winter beams of sun, that gone in the misty twilight of oblivion
touch the sky Lady of all my sleepless nights We'll meet beyond the coulds Now I step unto an other world into the garden of silent oblivion The
are much older than we are willing to understand And also stronger than us, time and the power of oblivion They are engraved into walls by songs from
IS AT HAND. [B. The gathering] THE TOWNSPEOPLE GATHER ON THE MARKET SQUARE TO JUDGE OF AYREON. IS HE A PROPHET OR A CHARLATAN, OR EVEN WORSE: AN APPARITION
protect the Book of Magica and to be faithful to its special purpose. It must seem that I have failed you and condemned us all to oblivion, but fear
Are you miserable, are you miserable tonight? You're invincible, indefensible, even deep and getting right I hope you'll write some song where you mention
and sing the song of songs from up above. From the throne of a militant king With the wings of the fallen as they start to sing 'Even when there is
Your luck will run out someday. Hatred to you is a proper act. Washed away faults and expressionlessness and powerlessness Even if time is longing for oblivion
Den. Thy City Armana Lays in Ruin. Damned Art Thy Accursed Soul and Shadow. Die O One, which Art Consumed. Thy Name is Buried in Oblivion. Silence Covereth
