اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I offer myself to you
I am a broken thing
A cardinal with severed wing
A dim morning to hide my face
Though I am a sunderer
Geist in eternal grace
Heir to a crippled crown
My little elysium
God how I've let you down
Let me fall
Through the ground
Where you fell
Back to you
We burn like Centralia
Lost in the ash below
Hoping to find a home
So far may you run from me
The cities with living leaves
No fire to fear beneath
Let me fall
Through the ground
Where you fell
Back to you
Let me fall
Through the ground
Where you fell
Back to you
