اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Craving the holy land
In my dreams alone
The emptiness in solitude
Bleeding while surviving
I look at the rocks that build my chest
Hope for the pain, the lovely pain
Breathe to walk on solid ground
Thorns that cut my skin
My sea of blood
I walk across the land of the dead
