اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The moon steers me
Across the sea
Winds howl at me
Death's mockery
Heavens drag me
Through winter's dream
At night I rest
In withered sleep
Transverse the seas
Over the depths of the starless abyss
To drown under her waves
Is to feel only emptiness
The moon steers me
Across the sea
Winds howl at me
Death's mockery
Life sickens me
Inflamed instinct
Inside I bleed
My flesh I eat
How long have I breathed
This air of stifling unrest?
Should I cease to breathe
And fall into her stillness?
