الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
On the day of my silence
The galling past broadens
My thoughts
A shred of hope in my skin
The consuming cave must be filled
Idle seashore of the mind
The bad moon rises
And I close my eyes
When received the cursed scorn
These flaws are deemed
The howling wind blows
And the lucent lands are glowing
Glow below me
Glow you give me
Idle seashore of the mind
The bad moon rises and I close my eyes
The vulture sings my last song
The lucent moon
Glows now tonight
The hounds howl
Their goodbyes tonight
And I am nearly there
