Departure کے بول

From mortal wounds we suffer. Old men outlaw us and break laws. Decide for youth and celebrate the disorder, the great disorder of this life The departure, the sad departure to the endless river Old inside cold inside In my hall where they can spy and lock our minds My conscience's blind and maybe it's worth to give up. And an old man came with giant steps to the room where I lived alone. He kept his promise to destroy me, then cut my body and ate my heart and brain. He stole my slice of glory, Outside the doors the world has gone. Suicide of youth. We celebrate the disorder, the great disorder of this life the departure, the sad departure to the endless river the disorder, the great disorder of this life the departure, the sad departure to the endless river