اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Where are the lies? How do I find the ilusions?
Ghosts that revive inside my marsh
From the dead they try to live through me
Voices in my head asking for a sentence
I don't care about the blame
Dead in this filthy grave
Lying under the stars, insets come from whitin me
The unmerciful judge doams me to chose
Between light and darkness
Voices in my head asking for a sentence
I don't care about the blame
Dead in this filthy grave
Possessed by despair, agonizing in the mire
No answers to my torment
Sowing guilt for the lies kept secret
