اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Vast and decayed, mourners of faded aspirations upon the colossal halls of rotten tragic shadows, their inner essence and wisdom like a tornado over my torn spectrum will always be the bleeding eye.
Dreadful visions of an impending fear, and unbroken cycle, purified with the stench of sadness, which leads me to a crimson immolation, pain immense and ritualistic.
Lost years, faded illusions, bleeding dreams, all in one, at war with myself at the empire of Msach-Eht
