اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
And then the night comes ripping
To whisk my tattered soul away
Blind dreams of opium
Coerse the shadows in dismay
Spend a night in Babylon
And cast your soul into the night
Stare down the hole of all your dreams
And see it with a second sight
Eyes turn away, as we walk these halls alone
Fade into grey, and the moonlight splits our bones
A horde of strangled souls
Shackled by a cold belief
Overflowing with emptiness
Entangled in a veil of grief
We are but silhouettes
Cast on the surface of the soul
Forever laid to rest
Buried in a different kind of hole
