اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Darkness of endless waters.
Foamy waves beat against the hull.
Horrors from depth frighten us.
Thunder threateningly falls down.
This storm suddenly has caught us
In helplessness.
Our fear has come from abyssal streams.
As a nightmare of those stories
That the salty sailors tell
About the dread that has stayed
Under the ships for centures.
This feeling covers us
In the seas and oceans
And nausea begins...
As a nightmare of those stories
That the salty sailors tell
About the dread that has stayed
Under the ships for centures.
Great despair
In the dark depths
Waiting for hours to escape!
Wants to escape,
To dwell in the souls
Of those people
Who are in the grief.
And so it goes
For many seasons.
And this will never end.
