اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Climbing the hill of disillusion
Suffering the pain of this journey
All the sorrow flows into the valley
And from high I contemplate...
I fade reminding that vengeance is an empty cup
While the nectar's taste vanishes away from my lips
The betrayer soul that guides me until here
Now disappears, hides from me...
I search, already tired, for the amulet
That will bring me back home, but
Enfeebled I numb, and forget that the end
Becomes dimmer as the time passes
