اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
And I've dreamed about
Kingdom of death, about the place
Called suffering
And while he's spreading
His wings of agony
Blue as a sky and black as life itself
It carries me there where I'll dream
About place called suffering
I look now into the river
Bloody with leafs
They fell onto her and us
It looked like styx, that river,
But than I saw the thruth
While the wings of fantasy
Are closing upon me
I know that it is not a styx
Neither it is...
Bloody she were
Bloddless ther are
Cause the choosed that way
And damned are ones
Made of fire
