اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Stories around a tale faked and vague but oh so frail Strange vibrations
like silent hum Absent words for the ear so numb Makes me wonder why
If God would give me wings I would free my soul from mortal things Ten
miles high above I would soar the sky leave my past behind Enter realms
where angels fly
Stories around a tale A broken past that's up for sale Spit at me you
perfect fool I envy you you godless tool It makes me wonder why
Invigorating thoughts make me live again Trancendence into light breach the
fall of life Diving through the clouds like a hawk in flight ...Supreme
...Divine
