اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Destruction of inferior via dreams
betrayal of the close ones, the ones of your kind
background crumbling down before your own eyes
perfect anger against the decaying surrounding world
why to think of others?
why to think of myself?
Needs are becoming just useless lusts
crushed by the awareness of other worlds and points of view
why did they give you life?
why do they let you die?
why to think of others?
why to think of myself?
Worthless and rejected by own faith
hatred stemming from the existence drawing near
an effort to change something about the impending end, so why not to give up and just be one of infinity
why not to give up?
and just be one of infinity?
