"Beyond Oblivion," featuring Sam and Dean Winchester, Amara and the Mark of Cain

My son is a big fan of the metal band Trivium, and we scored tickets to their show a few weeks back... 

Taking the boy (he's 13) to his first real metal concert brought some trepidation for his dad and me... but we were quickly surprised -- both by the friendly, caring tone of the band and its frontman, Matt Heafy, and the fun-loving, diversely aged crowd. 

My husband and I weren't the oldest people in attendance, and their were far younger kids in the audience than my son. In all it was a massively entertaining good time (we had industrial-strength ear protection), and Trivium gained a couple of ardent new fans.

Their song "Beyond Oblivion" is about runaway technological advancement and the peril it could place on humanity, but the more I listened, the more it sounded to me like an excellent parallel to the end of Season 10, and the beginning of 11, when Sam Winchester unleashes the Darkness upon the world to free his brother from the Mark of Cain. Again and again, Matt barks, "What have we done?" I know Sam thought the same, and more than once.

The original song is below... if you like it loud, use earbuds or headphones! (The drums are balls-out amazing.)





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