اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Suicidal Depression, My bleakest memories are mirror-like...
Abyss, I stare unto thy everlasting Sorrowful depths,
I can feel my soul dying as I slash my throat,
My Screams echo from the Woods?
?And for all time echo through-out the trees,
In every Funeral my Sadness is known,
For all time and even after I die,
I shall still Grieve and writhe in Tormenting woe.
