اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Immortal and empty
Wiseman, fallen
Touch the wound of god
Wash your hands in his water
Take me where
Endless void chokes with enormity
Moves the deepest layers
Of primitive fear
I feel nothing
I'm embracing, coming close
And just put the sneering kiss
I worship you and eat up your brain
My everything is nothing
I'm suffocated, dead
My tranquillity comes
