اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The spirit of ’39 has left us all behind
We turn our backs to the rising tide
As we force the hand of oblivion
Lost my sense of word to a place where symbols stir
Finding solace in the unheard
As we bow to the God oblivion
Myself to myself
In the yew branch above
Where, below, nothing I knew
Consciousness faded
Whispers reached up
And the slumbering self, I slew
Sense the I, polarized
Resist the pull of the isa side
At war above the great divide
Force the friction to crystallize
And I cannot stop the world war ii
Of here
And I shape my fate
A lesson in despair
When harnessing flames
One burns either way
The winter sun spills its final rays
On a world choked by malaise
And we synthesize the remains
As we anchor our will in oblivion
World serpent gnaws
Its tail in its jaws
Marching forth towards an end
That can’t be stopped
Sense the I, polarized
Resist the pull of the isa side
At war above the great divide
Force the friction to crystallize
And I cannot stop the World War II
Of here
And I shape my fate
A lesson in despair
Force the path of flames
Wield the fire of kenaz!
