Wounded Asylium کے بول

I'm the flame they never leave Their ardent illusion I'm the disease they carry Their life is getting short I lie and bleed inside of me and in the wood's asylum Hidden in the horizon I pursue the setting sun Feel it Bleed it Leave the woods Asylum! And I feel it bleeds again like those were my veins And no matter what path's taken I know them all, born from their ignorance They never seem to know nor to pursue anything Our asylum is leaving us more every day I know them all, born from their ignorance They never seem to know nor to pursue anything And I feel it bleeds again like those were my veins.