اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
And he says, signal the fleet,
On his mark, everyone you know,
Begins to leave,
All you have left:
Blacks out their retreat,
All you have left:
Is the swarm above your head,
You felt her fall away,
Calling out your name,
As she became,
The queen of blades.
She called out from something like a tomb
And when you came just a little too late,
All you have left:
Is the one you never saved,
All you have left:
Is a war to take her place.
