اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A cold music is playing
In my mind always that deep melody
A depressive moment
His hands holding blood appear
Take your sins ayd leave
Mists will descend soon
Everything is a thin line
Go on, pray to god
The music is over, moment of decision
Everywhere it was cold but suddenly turned hot
The dark face of fate appeared on the hill
The trumpets sounded, today's the parting day
This is my eternal farewell
As I walk into the unknown, a song on my lips
The last time I turned and looked at you
A drop from my heart hell into fire
