اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The screams, from the past,
Make a tear fall inside,
A call of evil dreams,
A recall, from the child's age.
Tears from, the innocent eyes,
Wet the earth with hope,
Within their last effort,
Spreading hate and rancor.
Escape from the past,
Living a present of memories,
Trapped inside the worst reality,
Images of humanity, insanity.
Pray to your god, lord of the power,
Spreading his words of supremacy,
Theory of nonsense,
Kill our sons by his honor.
Images, coming back,
Dimension of ignorance,
Every smile, from the silence,
And memories turn back in mind!
