اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You burned my bridges;
Enslaved my fears
To reach the depraved;
That kills itself
In chaos we trust; torn by our own hands
My own nightmare becomes flesh;
Own intellect feeds the anger;
No one was chosen
To be holy or different
To reach eternal freedom
My future decisions
Will make you cry eternally;
Protect your soul against the forthcoming
In chaos we trust; torn by our own hands
To reach eternal freedom
My future decisions
Will make you cry eternally;
Protect your soul against the forthcoming
(Displace the unity of false decisions!
Forbidden ones - can't you hear the
Silent cries?)
