اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Heartbeats of a dying plane bury in eyes
In the shadows of a false universe
Where boundaries lie guarded by us
Of the pale hand of the king of the sun
All from nothing is true
And nothing is all in the doom
Over the visions
Coldness rise from the dusk
Of the dying plane
Grimness of the forever
Wanderings in tears
On fields in the raging night
On these paths of nowhere
The only way that you can find
Whispering voices are in my dreams
