اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
And on the quest of night
Determined to fight
Lost in the crowd
With lost peace of mind
And the biting hunger
To wade eternity
Will never cease and the thirst won't be quenched
And no rest and no relief
In the castle of hate
In the tower of contempt
In the fortress of pain
In the temple of the damned
In the stronghold of lies
In the citadel of black
In the house of unkind
In the palace of the bad
On the borders of night
The sight of twinkling lights
The vastness of space
The shudder of delight
Are but fleeting moments
Of soon vanishing bliss
And the strain of the world will then return
And the ever grinding grip
