Oblivion Clockwork

Gears grind slow in the halls of night,

Teeth of steel devour the light.

Cogs in silence, turning wide,

Clockwork gods with nowhere to hide.

Blackened towers, gears like spines,

Pulse in sync with fractured time.

Hands that never strike the hour,

Flesh and iron, one devoured.

We carved our prayers in circuits cold,

Traded dawn for a crown of gold.

Now all that breathes is rust and flame,

The axis breaks — the wheel’s to blame.

Every tick — a blade of glass,

Every turn — the ages clash.

The pendulum swings through sky and bone,

We built this god — now die alone.

Oblivion clockwork! Tear out the gears!

Turn the machine on our dying years!

The axis burns, the teeth collapse,

Every second snaps in blackened traps!

Oblivion clockwork! Silence the chime!

Grind the circle, consume the line!

The hands of fate are forged in steel,

And now they spin what they cannot heal!

Temples hum with ticking dread,

Chants of ghosts the gears have fed.

We gave them hearts, we gave them skies,

Now time is god — and god just lies.

Echoes scream from iron throats,

Logic rots in sacred notes.

Every prayer is just a grind,

Every saint a gear in line.

Break the chains! Rip the frame!

Feed the flames — erase the name!

There is no dawn, there is no day!

The gears will feast — the flesh will pay!

Oblivion clockwork! Tear out the gears!

Grind the marrow of endless years!

No axis left, no sun to rise,

Just iron teeth and burning skies!

Oblivion clockwork! Silence the bell!

Time is a prison, time is hell!

The hands of fate are sharp as knives —

And now they cut the thread of lives!