اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Monstrosity of all monstrosities shackles with him
The madness of the spirit scrambles up
As if the flaming swords of truth
Were finishing their works of doom
Torn his entrails in two
Alegory of situations seems like panopticum
Of lost souls, lost people
Deep under the cover of disguise.
Thousands of truths, thousands of lies, thousands of masks
Angels like lighting through the night
reveal, malform, cover
What will be the end to all
Well immortality is just a dream
Will everything return to the Womb?
