اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Just like a fallen star, I dread an explanation
I find it hard to see all the good around me.
Here I lie, afraid to die, chasing shadows all my life,
Intensifies my endless cries, there’s no place to hide.
Heaven’s doors open wide, I see a rider stand inside,
The judged are taken by his sword; his name is truth, the word of god.
White rider, pray your judgment call takes me higher, not my final fall.
