الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
In the still of the night, through the fight of the battle
My muse is my serum from the venom of rattle
Snakes in the grass so she rides on a saddle
A chariot of fire till she ends on the gallows
May the words of this poem travel where I roam
Distant lands, it's a shame you're all alone
