اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You're lying on your back,
You only see your grave -
Dismembered blackened sky
With vapours of your flesh.
Remembered as a razor,
Cut open thousands throats
Is walking through the coridors
And chinks of other worlds.
Envoys of night were spinning
Around with bloody blades
The butchers of stagnation
Your crew before the death
The lightnings shocking public
Are dansing all around
They're burning all serenity
And crashing all compound
