اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Black sand so quick beneath my feet
Time heals my wounds, leave what was to be
Can't get back what was taken
Broken fates are forsaken
I shall not grieve your memory
Blind man 'fore I was to be
As you wither and you fade 'fore I can see
Gather my blood and this won't be the lamb
Cemetery of mistrust is where you've been kept
Can't get back what was taken
Broken fates are forsaken
I shall not grieve your memory
Blind man 'fore I was to be
As you wither and you fade 'fore I can see
I shall not grieve your memory
Blind man 'fore I was to be
As you wither and you fade
As you wither and you fade 'fore I can see
