اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Look - come
Close your eyes and hold your thought
Take it, claim for yourself
Tis yours, the slaves know it well
Seek - it's there
Yet you shall not find it
Your eyes are blinded
You are weak and fragile
The truth slays abruptly
Rip your eyes out - the beggining of sin
Touch - feel the infinity
Yet you have your hand no more
Pain and torment are the comprehension
Do you want to last? or know?
After all, you exist no more...
