الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Within sorrow drenched soil
Remembrance of past lie
As once scorched earth is tilled with hands bare
Grievous defeat draws ever near
Cursed solitude shed into stone
And so shall the bells of death chime on
The guiding voices call from ancient spring
A hope for kin shall burgeon from this offering
