گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Infinite his pleasure and pain
Enormous his jealousy...
His blood is so clear,
So true the vomited tears
He howls at the moon
And stars above,
Deadly mask his face,
The signs of suffering
Desperate his hyperborean cry
Lucid in his paranoia,
Drinking today the end of tomorrow
His sister I am...
