اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Freedom from a place so cold and pale, ashes fall
Scratch the icon from the stone, for his path is thorned
We have failed to keep this wretch from killing us
Spear the heart
Crack the skies
Break the chains you bind
Love is the whole of the law
I crawled through the dusts of the earth
cloaked in the salts of the sand from the sea
Life; idle chaos sculpting form
Servants unto the angels' whore
Hear me now, king of kings
I shall kneel before no god, for I am evermore
Your legs have buckled under crowns of gold, lies and blood
Wretch
Wounds, that sting of dirt and sweat
Here sounds the horn of mules, bleeding ears with empty eyes
Reason, torn free
And now the cinders burn out
To keep this wreath from choking us
Spear the heart
Crack the skies
Break the chains you bind
Love is the whole of the law
I crawled through the dusts of the earth
cloaked in the salts of the sand from the sea
Death; this path is life? No
Saviour, of death (cry)
Reason, my name (now)
I am the slayer of gods
