गीत निर्देशांक
ENमूल बोल
अनुवाद अभी उपलब्ध नहीं है। मूल बोल दिखाए जा रहे हैं।
Ambivalence in the rising, as darkness comes binding
Methods of purest salvation, cannot solve the riddles of cosmic creation
A vision of everything burnt to the ground, a vision of a trampled racial crown
Atop the mountain ridge, thousand are the sights that relentlessly itch
It's a golden projection, a blessed opportunity
The final direction, I will not be!
