اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Ebonies was mixing in the night of dark thoughts...
A cold blow of wind tied me down to the air
The combination of the echoes purple light
the cry of love that dies
Drops of crying heaven and weeping hell
Fondle my skin and I show you the places
Where the chimes. they whine and the chambers. They cry
The crying echoes they fade away ...
