اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The Night is indifferent,
its back forever turned
on acts of violence
a blinding visage
The night cloaks evil
A sense forgotten
Nature so intimate
shivers of betrayel
space once empty
is full of potential
Beauty is the chase, Beauty is the streak of prey
Beauty is the glimmer of steel in moonlight
Beauty are the eyes wide, and the Breath frozen
Nature so intimate
shivers of betrayel
space once empty
is full of potential
