گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
O mantle eternally tiring,
Heaping grief on grief,
Her sheltered, guarded heart.
Her teeth were accidental stars.
Naked and terrified.
A bestial, no human life.
Accursed, cold, and heavy,
The ashes of dead fire.
A finished work requires
No resurrection.
Naked and terrified,
A bestial, no human life.
I'll gather the pieces,
Mend them, and wander
Through a sky of weighty decisions,
Drowned in its thin veneer.
