اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Above the earth swarm thousands
On the ground they run by the sign of the sun
In the wastes summons a voice
A voice of destruction, the calls for starvation
Abomination towards teh sun
Now there is nowhere to run
Foul and cursed
A home of ugliness, torture and pain
Take me there
The horror that hides behind this supernatural being
Foul and cursed
The stench of this desert
What have i done?
He is lord of flies
