Burning کے بول

Does blood ever spill Of those who took the final race ? Why do I say these words ? These feelings are besides my own Living, giving, striking Dying to do our best A dead will burned to misery As infinity consumes the Mind Drown... Infernal blindness salutes with rotten lips Possessive imagination Retarded remains cremation Fear falls to human forms Down where feelings lie apart One space following another And I... Why did I hurt? Burning... Burning... Does blood ever spill Of those who took the final race ? Why do I say these words ? These feelings are besides my own Living, giving, striking Dying to do our best A dead will burned to misery As infinity consumes the Mind