اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Holded by hallucinations and cold curse songs
I mutter holding the things which forget directions
With no everlasting feelings and mysterious delights
I yield myself to fear holding my breath
Looking at the black shadow and
Hearing numberless voices hurting my feeling
The cursed dark temple is like a mirage
Leading to the outside world
Gold luster! Dark icon! Cold underground wind
Waver flame! Picture with color glasses!
Like animals' blood scars
The eyes get a light and are upon a vision
Strain ones' ear I wait the time
The eyes lose the light and are upon the darkness with sweet smells
