اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Called upon
By our hands was made
The mire from which we rise
Pulled from waters
Dripping with blood and gold
To the edge we cling
Fingers torn on the stone
Voices carry to the sky
Blinded through the dust we crawl
In the ragged wind we sing
Voices carry to the sky
In the waiting hours
The eye torn open searches
In the waiting hours
Sleepless on the sands
The eye torn open searches
Hand seeking heart seeking hand
Bodies weary and bruised
Battered voice implores
Clouds by Sun's new fury
Cuts light from our path
