اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
These limbs have grown so bare
In the coldest winter of our given time
Time’s ticking down
And you were never meant to be here
Running towards the fire
Feeding on the flames
No one’s here to guide you
As creation blooms before your eyes
Glory
Lost to thoughts of apathy
Shadows fill the void
Where memories recede
As your light goes out
Some were meant to fight
Some were meant to die
You will let your life flicker out
Let it fade
Let it fade away
Time is
Time is running out
Let the ghost of reveled youth
Cling to you like shadows chasing light
