اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Below countless tons of withering stone
Forgotten by time and the elements
Stillness abound, chilling to the bone
Impenetrable darkness and devoid of Earth's noise
There were scriptures of remedy manifested loud
Resurrected prophecies, sacred songs from cursed mouths
They closed the gate and sealed it shut
Locked up the wound that could never be healed
Death mask
The signs and writings that no one understood
A movement, twisted lines cracks the surface
A hateful smile lurking in the tombs
A growing fire beneath black eyes
