اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Lost in the burning Sun
Lost in a void so black
Forsaken by destiny
Amidst this empty night
In the temple of my disease, I spill blood to find my bliss
I wander through the fields of pain
I live for my endless disdain
Torment is it a blessing or a curse?
In the eye of blasphemy
Where the essence speaks to me
Can your hear silence stare?
Can you see riverbeds rise?
A place where the essence dwells
Elusive and hard to trace
Torment is it a blessing or a curse?
I retreat into my disease
Thousand ways to erase this life
Never find salvation from hate
I will show you what it is
A wound hard to heal!
When the seas turn into blood
Every word of mine comes true
In the name of the antichrist
My end will be fall of man
Torment is it a blessing or a curse?
I retreat into my disease
Thousand ways to erase this life
Never find salvation from hate
I will show you what it is
A wound hard to heal!
The soul exile immune to pain
Get the gun! Cet the knife! Cleanse this waste!
A sequence of stabs, a sequence of shots thrills the air
In the silence's stare sadness will last, last forever!
