اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Oh, mother of weeping woe
Carry me with your hands so fragile
Through the brisk of the night
In to the trails of enlight
I'm everything
As walking among
Among these deadly,
Venomous seas
Seas that life carry
My porcelain skin
Peeling by words
Poisonous words
I fell in love with dead
Liquid that burns me
Dirge of agony
Flowing through my body
Inhale the gleam of last light
Drowning into the rushing despair
Brook of bitterness
Eager to break free
Life strength now crushed
From dark distant dreams...
