اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Without warning or herald
It appeared, a scythe upon the world
The world now standing at bay
One swift strike away
Life turns to gloom
Mass hysteria breaks
Fear and hostility upon this earth now rakes
Without warning, without grace
A conclusion set for this feeble race
The world now trembling at bay
Deprived of light and day
The world is drowning
In this scourge unleashed
Assailed by a darkness spreading like disease
Virtues have fallen
Lost with the Sun
At last, it has begun...
