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