اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
They fear
The wolves gather to run
To hunt the herds now lost
Against the horizon
By the setting sun
Carrion birds flock
And they fear
The shadows growing long
The dusk is at the door
The evenfall upon
So seek shelter now
Soon the darkness beckons
When the shadows fall
Go! Run!
To where the fires still burn
Few and far are the heavens
This time we went wrong
Too deep, too far, gone
The remaining are few
Yet ever fewer we become
Rain falls unpoisoned
Roots strangle the abode
Of man forever fallen
Great trunks tower where once buildings of glass
And once more man fears the dark
