اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
inching nearer each and every moment, feel the rhythm of our drums.
Searching, seeking forward thinking, a dawning of mind that we create.
A border breaking for the taking, words that remind us to awake.
I don't need a bold commandment; I've got one of my own.
Stand alone.
Let's watch Babylon fall, our captivity.
Vices of the kingdom, exile in luxury.
You'll hear the darkest voice say bow before, crawl beneath, dance around my altar, if you grovel long enough.
Someday I will let you be as pure.
