اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Cold the dawn made of morning dew
Relic pictures covered with dust
Black tears flow from cloned eyes
The fall of grace
Grotesque astral blood hurts my living
I need to punish my mind
My salvation
Tearstained snow embraced in summer
Cosmic utopia arrives
Perrenial odium
The blood on my hands dissolves but
Grotesque astral blood hurts my living
I need to punish my mind
My salvation
Grotesque astral blood hurts my living
I need to punish my mind
My salvation
