اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Compassion has its limits
Vermin clamor below me
Absurdity of it all
For there will be no redemption
Overwhelming, suffocating, overwhelming, suffocating
I dream of black drapes.
Swaying with the wind
An inferno burns, below them
In the distance a muffled wail
A procession, slowly enters
Holds the key, to our salvation
Cleanse this, filth
From the, soil
The drapes, sway
The inferno, rages on
My last words
Will be my first
