اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This dark hour, futile sow
Embers light the sky aflame
Blackness bleeds below
This dark tower, death bringer
To smite the fire in its sleep
Weary withered core
Is there end to pain?
Plains of ruin, heavy clouds
Loom among the spires peak
Crushing callous weight
Wield the will
Nature's fury
To face the fire in its keep
Perish empty pour
Is there end to pain?
