اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Cold, penumbral, desolating. Black cacophony of
Laments in my hateful descent to the perpetual
Shadows. Heaven slowly disintegrate while the
Blackness absorbs me in its terrifying deathbed.
Around me I cannot see anything but cryptic and
Primitive scenarios of all that once was, the past.
It is turning impossible to know if I am still
Falling or something else has happened; I do not
Know if I am alive or dead; this cursed and
Exasperating doubt keep traveling across my soul,
If there is yet one in this livid corpse.
With my moribund thought in this infernal hole,
I refuse to go farther, I refuse to my existence;
There is no reason to stay in this aberrant nightmare.
My hope has been drowned, mi body was poisoned by the shadows.
Now I am part of this void, Of this sorrow, of this pain.
I am the Abyss.
