اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Now you can feel
The taste of blood
The unclean and saints
All bleed and cry at dusk
They feel your weakness
What you did, does no matter
You are finished
Sokead in blood
And dispatched to ashes
How long will you pretend
That your misforturne will not come?
Beg for your life
Belive in your beliefs
But not save you
Because
You are falling
You are falling
You are falling
You are falling
You are falling
You will pay for your existence
