اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When, from the dark,
Forms fall apart,
Leading my feet to the sea,
Whispers a tide
In my mind:
"Follow the call of the deep."
The kindred night,
The kindred night
Holds me here, Holds me close,
And I live for the sight.
Eyes in the grass
Blink as I pass,
Shimmering, gleaming at me.
And with a breath,
Spirit possessed,
I will surrender my plea.
The kindred night,
The kindred night
Holds me here, Holds me close,
And I live for the sight.
