اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Cold wind in a dark night
Smell of Death that exhale in the darkness
Obscure way that you walk
Trying to overcome fear and miseries from the heart
An abyss for your soul that covers your body
An open wound creating a void
Imprisoning people in nightmares
Those were once true dreams
A dark sin that confines your life
And enslaves your body
At unsociable banquets of death and pain
That brings even more emptiness
A blind pathway
Blind by your own ego
You walk to your own death
