اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Dwellers of branches of doubt
Bringers of all disgrace
Speak of them and you'll see
Your worst outcome
Seven sorrows built the prophecy
Broken eyes sunken in darkness, staring
Remember that time will be cruel
The answers will be hard to find there
The audience is blind at their doom
The preachers will remain in secret
There, and none will remain
When they come
Now the fallen have gone with their pain
Their souls will be slain in flames
They will burn into ash from hate
Some have sung the wrong words
That song has called disgrace
Their tongue is full of thorns
That rip apart broken men!
Seven sorrows have become a myth
Winter overwhelms your heart with burden
Remember that time will be cruel
The answers will be hard to find there
The audience is blind at their doom
The preachers will remain in secret
There, and none will remain
When they come
Now the fallen have gone with their pain
Their souls will be slain in flames
They will burn into ash from hate
Tehus antausa eha chaen-dian
There, and none will remain
When they come
Now the fallen have gone with their pain
Their souls will be slain in flames
They will burn into ash from hate
