Fortune by Oblivion

Metalcore, tremolo echo, low chugs, memory fade riffs, ESP resonance, ethereal harmonics, ghost-layered leads, breakdown, hollow sustain

April 13, 2025 at 2:14 PMv4

You had the crown.
The fame.
The world.
But you grew soft.
You were loved
then you were forgotten.
Oblivion took you.
And I watched it happen.

Your silence was my seed.
Your fall became my rise.
You fade—I rise.
You are the ash.
I am the voice.
Oblivion gave me your Fortune.

I said my name
when no one else would.
I screamed it into their bones.
You watched the world forget you.
I made sure they’d never forget me.
Even if they wanted to.

Faint echoes.
A fragile moment.
Their last breath
Your first step forward.

Your silence was my seed.
Your fall became my rise.
You fade—I rise.
You are the ash.
I am the voice.
Oblivion gave me your Fortune.

They whispered
but I engraved.
They mourned
but I conquered.
Oblivion was your grave.
It became my scripture.
Carved in thunder.
Carried in storm.

I didn’t survive you.
I used you.
Every moment you vanished
I stepped forward.
Your end was not silence
It was a door.
And I walked through.
My fortune was built
on your Oblivion.

Your silence was my seed.
Your fall became my rise.
You fade—I rise.
You are the ash.
I am the voice.
Oblivion gave me your Fortune.
And I will never be forgotten.

You had the crown. The fame. The world. But you grew soft. You were loved then you were forgotten. Oblivion took you. And I watched it happen. Your silence was my seed. Your fall became my rise. You fade—I rise. You are the ash. I am the voice. Oblivion gave me your Fortune. I said my name when no one else would. I screamed it into their bones. You watched the world forget you. I made sure they’d never forget me. Even if they wanted to. Faint echoes. A fragile moment. Their last breath Your first step forward. Your silence was my seed. Your fall became my rise. You fade—I rise. You are the ash. I am the voice. Oblivion gave me your Fortune. They whispered but I engraved. They mourned but I conquered. Oblivion was your grave. It became my scripture. Carved in thunder. Carried in storm. I didn’t survive you. I used you. Every moment you vanished I stepped forward. Your end was not silence It was a door. And I walked through. My fortune was built on your Oblivion. Your silence was my seed. Your fall became my rise. You fade—I rise. You are the ash. I am the voice. Oblivion gave me your Fortune. And I will never be forgotten.