Oblivion کے بول

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