اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
[gods:] she believes she is embrancing infinite truth. one feeble spirit touch
And she will catch the first glimpse of disharmony.
[she:]
Resting from my godly gift
Shades of formless visit my dreams
A vague voice, a grinding graze
Exposing me to myself
[chorus:]
How can this be?
The world i perceive has to be me
Are these dimensions out of reach?
An absent-minded, anxious god
Twisting the lives in a mortal shell
Let me dissolve into the formless world
[chorus]
Even he almighty are intended to fall
