اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
In the shadow of all past.
All the did exist, in end.
In life, we long to celebrate.
Virtue in shame relate.
In what the future lies
I seek Blasphemy Divine.
To bring our minds ... await
the birth of our blissful rage.
A falling star.
I gaze through this heart.
Again they seek, a power so weak.
For we can only observe,
to create and preserve,
this foundation we have built.
Upon our thrones we serve.
Follow...
