اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
As the mourning cries of pain bellows
And the seeds rot and die
The nightmare of old is born
Into a world of song and joy
In the wind I cry
In the cold I die
Sanctuary hollow
Heaven is to fall
And falls down on the earth
To swallow all the creatures
Who hail the blasphemy of god
In the wind I cry
In the cold I die
Sanctuary hollow
Heaven is to fall
Ice, frost and death
Winds scream and twist
Hungry for heat to drain
Leave us in our pain
Before I die
I see the mountains cry
All fall down under the shadowfall
I will not bleed but sleep adour
In the wind I cry
In the cold I die
Sanctuary hollow
Heaven is to fall
