اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Crawling on, why am I falling from grace?
Years so long, why are you hiding your face?
Reaching for the weed that will heal, shows you the way
History can tell how you feel, begs you to stay
And I'm holding on all to the end
And I know you can see me now
Shadows from the past betray the damned
And I know you can hear me now
Tragedy divides the promised land
Armoured with the magical steel, dodging the blow
History keeps spinning the wheel, you're moving too slow
And I'm holding on all to the end
