The Verge of Oblivion
๐ต 609 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:41 duration
๐ ID: 4312019
๐ Lyrics
Stained, scarred and restrained
Roaming towards the edge of existence
Failed, relented and enslaved
At the edge of their faith
In the verge of men turning into slaves
Behold the mouth of oblivion
And the endless void of horizon ahead
Behold the mortal coil
And the stained, forgotten and reaped soil
The road leads to nowhere, there's no liberation
A fallen ideal, no saviour in sight, still no regrets
As the aim is carved within
Like scars from the past, a heritage of a northern wrath
The soil ahead is the coming cold grave
Yet still fighting at the verge of oblivion
With a fate for the coming dawn
Roaming towards the edge of existence
Failed, relented and enslaved
At the edge of their faith
In the verge of men turning into slaves
Behold the mouth of oblivion
And the endless void of horizon ahead
Behold the mortal coil
And the stained, forgotten and reaped soil
The road leads to nowhere, there's no liberation
A fallen ideal, no saviour in sight, still no regrets
As the aim is carved within
Like scars from the past, a heritage of a northern wrath
The soil ahead is the coming cold grave
Yet still fighting at the verge of oblivion
With a fate for the coming dawn
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[02:24.69] Stained, scarred and restrained
[02:29.20] Roaming towards the edge of existence
[02:35.50] Failed, relented and enslaved
[02:40.97] At the edge of their faith
[02:50.93] In the verge of men turning into slaves
[03:06.36] Behold the mouth of oblivion
[03:14.42] And the endless void of horizon ahead
[03:19.15] Behold the mortal coil
[03:23.65] And the stained, forgotten and reaped soil
[03:45.38] The road leads to nowhere, there's no liberation
[04:11.57] A fallen ideal, no saviour in sight, still no regrets
[04:21.56] As the aim is carved within
[04:26.97] Like scars from the past, a heritage of a northern wrath
[04:45.96] The soil ahead is the coming cold grave
[04:59.42] Yet still fighting at the verge of oblivion
[05:12.11] With a fate for the coming dawn
[05:23.85]
[02:29.20] Roaming towards the edge of existence
[02:35.50] Failed, relented and enslaved
[02:40.97] At the edge of their faith
[02:50.93] In the verge of men turning into slaves
[03:06.36] Behold the mouth of oblivion
[03:14.42] And the endless void of horizon ahead
[03:19.15] Behold the mortal coil
[03:23.65] And the stained, forgotten and reaped soil
[03:45.38] The road leads to nowhere, there's no liberation
[04:11.57] A fallen ideal, no saviour in sight, still no regrets
[04:21.56] As the aim is carved within
[04:26.97] Like scars from the past, a heritage of a northern wrath
[04:45.96] The soil ahead is the coming cold grave
[04:59.42] Yet still fighting at the verge of oblivion
[05:12.11] With a fate for the coming dawn
[05:23.85]