اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Blind and outcast
Wander on orphaned land
My soul is dark
My mind is dead
Cover me up by Shroud of Snow
I'm a wanderer
When time, or soon or late, shall bring
The rest and death
I found myself again
Oblivion ! May thy languid wind
Wave gently over my dying bed !
I'm coming to the cloister of Grief
