اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
As the sun sets
And the dark rise
Lunar rays filter through the trees
As the shadows flicker
One hears the oak groan
A distant, feeble sigh
From a thousand tired souls
And yet i paid no mind
To these softest of cries
Enveloped by the endless
Night of my demise
And the sun rises to bring the light again...
