اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
With his feathered touch
And by his grace
He grants you eternal life
And by his hand
We suffer through
The torment of our slumber
When we wake
Decrepit and stripped of our wings
We will be forgotten
