اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Day changes a day, starting everything anew,
But unable to change anything,
The Colors are erased, drained with emptiness,
And the foul gloom in a heart,
The days are flowing slow,
The world is falling into numbness.
Spiritual weakness and exhaustion,
Years of life spent in vain.
And we are waiting the Day to be judged,
Feeling a graveness of our sins, repenting.
...The Light of New Epoch, countdown point for new life...
The boughs shook off their leaves, falling into sleep,
We are immesing into black abyss,
Oldness of the world and foulness of our sins
Don't let us to rise up to the sky.
Hopelessness and despair
Bury the soul with long years.
Old souls are floating into chasm of dark water,
Watching, their reflection is dissolving to unexisting.
