| Song | Oblivion Ocean |
| Artist | Pain of Salvation |
| Album | Entropia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gildenlöw | |
| Sleep is too quiet dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. | |
| Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion soaking from spirits but still far too dry. | |
| Losing all barbed fences | |
| Lucid - no defenses "Where is my mother?" the child asked the soldier. | |
| The soldier was watching them both fade away. | |
| Nine words create an oblivion ocean: "Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" | |
| Losing all | |
| I lived for. | |
| Losing all | |
| I fought for. | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I swear I'll always hold them in my hand! | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I'd take them west we'd start again in the promised land. | |
| When life is wearing thin we pray: the gods are close at hand when man is astray. | |
| But when it all is said and done - is he to thank the gods for just taking his son? | |
| Sleep is too quiet, dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. | |
| Words can create an oblivion ocean: "dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" | |
| Losing all | |
| I lived for. | |
| Losing all | |
| I fought for. | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I swear I'll always hold them in my hand. | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I'd take them west we'd start again (then) in the promised land. |
| zuo qu : Gildenl w | |
| Sleep is too quiet dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. | |
| Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion soaking from spirits but still far too dry. | |
| Losing all barbed fences | |
| Lucid no defenses " Where is my mother?" the child asked the soldier. | |
| The soldier was watching them both fade away. | |
| Nine words create an oblivion ocean: " Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" | |
| Losing all | |
| I lived for. | |
| Losing all | |
| I fought for. | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I swear I' ll always hold them in my hand! | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I' d take them west we' d start again in the promised land. | |
| When life is wearing thin we pray: the gods are close at hand when man is astray. | |
| But when it all is said and done is he to thank the gods for just taking his son? | |
| Sleep is too quiet, dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. | |
| Words can create an oblivion ocean: " dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" | |
| Losing all | |
| I lived for. | |
| Losing all | |
| I fought for. | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I swear I' ll always hold them in my hand. | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I' d take them west we' d start again then in the promised land. |
| zuò qǔ : Gildenl w | |
| Sleep is too quiet dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. | |
| Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion soaking from spirits but still far too dry. | |
| Losing all barbed fences | |
| Lucid no defenses " Where is my mother?" the child asked the soldier. | |
| The soldier was watching them both fade away. | |
| Nine words create an oblivion ocean: " Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" | |
| Losing all | |
| I lived for. | |
| Losing all | |
| I fought for. | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I swear I' ll always hold them in my hand! | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I' d take them west we' d start again in the promised land. | |
| When life is wearing thin we pray: the gods are close at hand when man is astray. | |
| But when it all is said and done is he to thank the gods for just taking his son? | |
| Sleep is too quiet, dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. | |
| Words can create an oblivion ocean: " dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" | |
| Losing all | |
| I lived for. | |
| Losing all | |
| I fought for. | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I swear I' ll always hold them in my hand. | |
| Oh god if you save them | |
| I' d take them west we' d start again then in the promised land. |