اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The scorned, born of the swarm rotate as fiery seer,
Centered in rhythmic uproar.
Dawned in winds not met with radiance.
The messengers of demise torn from planes to beget finality.
Crossing flame and sun to bring forth unto the flesh
The spiritual scars, to an eroded earth...
