گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This has become the weight of all
This is the precipice
The breaking of the spirit
This is the weight of fate
Carried into the ocean of chaos
In the waning light, we bloom
In the bitterness of mourning
We release this pain
Safe passage to you, our friend
Though were you've wandered we cannot follow
When the spring rises you shall be reborn
