اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Fields, as far as the eye can see
Filled with human remains
Scorched to their feet
They were all praising the sun
And this was their reward
Now they form the army of ash statues
Into the shadows you must flee
And whom ever can find a path there
Shall become the king!
And from that stone made domain
Shall the destiny of all remaining lives be made
