اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Death lies in wait,unready to reveal itself.
The emptiness of tradgedy left in its path.
Wrecking havoc,no not time or place only that it will
be too late.
A dark mist falls before your eyes.
The eternal sleep has become,no thoughts or words serene pleasure now exist.
Echos of laughter remain a fond memory.
