اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Demons! The thought of death is my dominion
Possessed by darkness, they whisper my name
Angel? Why? Your weeps are louder, than my screams!
By the lack of perception, I march through the unseen
I saw them burn, flames beneath and flames above, I crawl thru!
Sever the thoughts of disastrous, come on, take my hand
I will guide you to places where your life already was erased
Legions passing by, marching towards death
Fallen angels, burnt by the opposite of light
Resurrection through a cold embittered loss, hell is here
As I see nothing, I am blessed by hate
Touch this!
