اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
One day the instinct will revolt,
Then the innocence will drown into pool of blood,
As it's chasing for the weak,
With murderous anger.
Storm signs with the twilight of gods,
The pain signs with the icy wind,
The temper rises with fire and blood.
The person you believed,
Turns away from you.
It stains your friendliness with death,
There's no hope, the slience breaks,
And the sea rages on the twilight of gods.
The person you believed,
Turns away from you
