اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Chattering, nagging, Black Speech, incessant, irrelevant, irrational
Pettiness always on your tongue
Your fetid breath crawling down the back of my neck
Your cold, dead hands clutching, crushing my soul
My needs, my desires cats paw to your whims
And when you've finally, painfully excised every last ounce of my patience
All the doors will be opened and I will be resolved
I will be absolved to leave the curse behind
