اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You keep my eyes stained
You're the cold of the mire
You've come to whisper again
The discontent
And I must pay my debt
You're the night of my home
You've come to whisper again
The weightless frequency of fever
I wait for falling snow
You wait for me to go away
Aspired for more than just direction
The light which I bleed
But surrendered well for all to see
The light which I bleed
I have a broken armour
For all my future battles
I've come to pay you again
The worthless currency of being
Aspired for more than just direction
The light which I bleed
But surrendered well for all to see
The light which I bleed
