Plunge into Oblivion

Burnt eyes see no future, only echoes of the past Beat upon the dusty ground, scream into the wind A billion men march off to war The drums shake the ground Hollow, sunken faces Distorted and disfigured Echoing in the darkness Is the call of something greater Driving the hordes forward Driving the masters insane Burning out in the darkness The dying fires of war The blood soaked quest for an abstract With all the seekers dead And in the twilight of death Hoping for a quicker end Everything becomes pointless As you plunge into oblivion