Cold Corridor کے بول

That my existence escaping from pale heaps that existence couldn't find light in foggy and demolished city and walked alone in cold bodies Deep dark met with deceptive lie of holy hymns I escaped and was alone again,everybody left the life Dark,long and narrow corridors thrown Hearing whisper cold and alone as death Rise in your violence, rise in your hate! Icy roads weren't guility,when my existence saw the eyes on the endless paths. The pale bodies by death is processing and waiting under the gray clouds A voice in dark calls me To sad springs and destroyed past Icy roads weren't guility,when my existence saw the eyes on the endless paths. The pale bodies by death is processing and waiting under the gray clouds