اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Spread the sacred wings, it will be cut ruthlessly.
Feel, ice breath of wind, it becomes your guide in world of shadows.
Behind there will be all that you believed, before one step to chaos.
Hear, voice from distant spheres, hidden outside of understanding
And raised up long time forgotten fear in the maimed soul of deranged.
Whether there is a life after death? You were not believed in that!
The void is deformed, you are constrained, but ubiquitous. Terror!
The anxious beatitude, though it only outward appearances.
Angel of death has called your name... And you don't have choice,
Promises and hopes to avoid the hand of your fate!
Wake up, from deadly cold. Righteous life has inflicted mutilation
That has been engraved in your soul by the way of degeneration.
Obey, violent gusts of stream, taking off tired spirit from embraces.
Your belief were scattered as dreams, as stupid actions of disgraced.
