We're all alive in here
Between the branches and the cold
The mask in splinters on the stone
Between the afterglow of pain
Our children's tears beneath the rain of Oblivion
We're all alive in here
Between the branches and the cold
The mask in splinters on the stone
Between the afterglow of pain
Our children's tears beneath the rain of Oblivion
Angel sighs, "Breathe the kiss of Oblivion"
New born cries - altar's on the ground
