Wrath کے بول

Tears pouring, the watchful ones are quelled Fog spreading, purblindness kindled Nature's wrath, so vast, arrives Ruins our progeny's lives Jades falling as a mist of plumes Buds halting, never will they grow Pox upon the infidels! Nature's wrath, so vast, arrives Ruins all Degrading Our provider altered to a death pyre