اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Wipe the dust off my brow
Prepare myself
for what lies beyond
The Ancient One told me,
"Don't look back, and walk the way."
But how will I face the lives
That I put away...
My Knife is stained
By the curse I called upon
All those I called my friends
Are now long gone
I think, I'll lay myself to rest
here by these gates
And wait in submission
to the hands of hate
...the grinds of fate.
