اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Your die's been thrown
Like skipping stones
They ripple and repose
You're all alone
Inside your dome
Tonight we go
Home, past my body's treason
Go, where the light is bleeding
Home, but the night is still young
Take me to the God who wronged me
To my broken body
'Cause it won't be here for long
In nothingness
Eternal bliss
Or atavistic mist
Your time has come
I hear the drum
Tonight we go
Take me to the God who wronged me
To my broken body
'Cause it won't be here for long
