اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The killing fields have now gone quiet
And you are torn apart by the cold winds
What lies ahead behind the reapers grin?
A weight too heavy to be carried away
As I step through the black mirror
It is just a tiny step towards the chaos
Soon devouring cosmos
As earth leaves behind new portals open
Am I trapped forever in this orbit of emptiness?
Will I ever assimilate
The more you suffer
The more you see
The more you give
The more you gain
The more you burn
The more you can take
