اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Towers of aspiritions withered away by the streams of time,
Everlasting the anger coasts the currents,
Old wounds heal; stinging for only a moment,
Spread out the ash of the aftermath and walk away.
Forever your eyes will hold the truth the thoughts and the pain,
Through the sights and the nights and the winds of day,
Cold light of dawn and the intense heat of twilight,
The crown of shadows rules the darkness; bodies broken.
Mental hypocracies consume the beat of life,
I watch in horror as the sun goes down,
Cutting through the fabrics of reality,
As I fall deeper into the unknown,
Everything fades as I become transparent,
WAKE ME FROM THIS DREAM!
