اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Of the ambience, of the poem...
It darkens my soul to revel
with the beast of alter ego
Blind belief...
Burning in the aura
of our satanic inspires
Just a river
Flow of the pleasures
we trap inside
Passing by in the endless
seas of sadness...
