اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Weakness is what tears the ribs from within
After my serenity dissolves in
Tombstones keep the execration of time
The feeling of time
Emptiness is as a blue fire, devours dreams from reality
It's getting closer and slowly tastes your fear
I want to touch the unknown, nothing’s real, as I move further
Tombstones keep the execration of time
The feeling of time
Long forgotten and never known they walk beside own corpses
Sometimes scars grow deeper
I'm hollow, all I deserve is blackness
It’s sizzling, melt enough
