اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Long I've waited while the spirits in me sleep
Dark is the cold night when the flesh begins to creep
Looking for shelter as the wind begins to blow
Turn around, let me see your face before I go
With long knife drawn now I begin to realise
The mask is hidden and a voice within me cries
Face of a wounded soul appearing through the Night
Must hold on to myself I've no desire to fight
Now it's all over there's a sense of great relief
Seem to be floating there's no happiness or grief
The spirits from my past to arrive take me home
I seen so empty I'm completely on my own
