اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Climbed out of my burrow
The glade guides my sight
Every step orchestrated
On an evil plan
The path is so tortuous
Eager to regain control
I act through unknown hands
And wait for the strings to break
While I walk
In a hall thirteen slayers
Every inch
Covered in a crimson carpet
It’s not that clear
Which blood around is mine
In command of fear
I will threat them as they should
Should I turn down the sacred?
Should I disbelieve?
A thousand candles were lit
To a forfeit soul
