اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I am escaping from the place of suffering
oblivion haunted prison
going after only dim light of the moon
that challenges the endless dusk
Amongst whispers and shadows
as the northern thunder roars
Running from fearful noises
distant wingbeats of prowling dragons
to be lost in this ghastly wasteland
forlorn I will surely perish
