اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Blood on my hands
The precious son
Is a murderer
And he's not ashamed
Of himself
I just took what I wanted
Death shall come over you
You are condemned
I am the one
I make my fate
You think you are free
But you're a slave of selfishness
You're trying to own
The sky but you're going to your grave
In my arms
The only son
Who dared to silence me
And he may not see
That the blood
Is his own
Death shall come over you
You are condemned
If that's your choice
This is the end
