Suffering Winds کے بول

At dawn the mist leaves The fields of battle unveil the hallowed profaned Under heaven man believes he will be saved, heaven failed Amongst suffering winds tormented souls betray the opposite side The curse is one deliverance for the blessed one The ones who sought the light Curse the fire offers To the medium ones To the opposite blood Away to fulfill their own Blinded by the thorns my entity will burn Into dust I'll return, into ice then I will shine Few paths are known on the way to purity The purity of the own, what they worship is it worth? Again we failed Untold, but long ago...