اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Once upon a midnight clearing, upon an open grave
Dimensions indescribable, callings from the dead
Four by seven, six deep, though nothing as it appears
Desire to feed the afterlife, it draws the living near
Ensnared, rooted deep
Unimagined, secrets keep
Calling the ones of skin, drawing from unknown
Gravitational pull, shedding of flesh and soul
Entwined in the roots, becoming one with earth
Easy part is death, infinity becoming one
Witness to everlasting dark, attuned to solitude of soul
Written on every destiny, to writhe and lay below
Brethren of centuries collide, attained escape from ice cold hell
Stepping in no turning back, once filled empty still
Entrapped, rooted deep
Machinations, lay sleep
With the promise of an after life, draws the curious nigh
Obtaining knowledge of a broken life, defleshed as they die
Never stated a glorious world, entombed within the earth
Final resting the only thrill, time to approach open grave
