الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Listen my voice at the night winds
Touching your face where the lord spit his madness
Remember the glory days at the gardens of your castle
Where the kings quiet at your feets where kings
Quiet at your feets
Remember your indiference that killed my soul
Remember there's the returns law made by him to
Punished cruel acts of heartless people
Feel the touch of the divine hands making your body
Chill and forever sleep on a carpet of sweet flowers
Drink the biter wine of death at the sacred chalice of
Sin and crawl at the black forest, home of impure
Soul, looking for me remembering the glory days at the
Gardens of your castle and kiss my mouth passionately
Redeeming all your sins
