اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Drawing near
Towards the end
Of the horizon
To cast the stone
This is a pathway
That runs too long
Like a dark road
That drags on through
In your wake
Honor is stained
A time to kill
A time to heed
No sorrow
No mourning
Dishonor
A plague of virtue
Can’t you feel
What I feel?
All sense is gone
Your inner God
Can’t you see?
What I see?
You’ve lost it all
You’ve lost it all
