گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I'm so cold, lost my soul to the sky
Lifeless corpus, Corvus carry me home
Questioning myself why?
I've lost hope I'll ever find a quiet place to die
A surfeit of sombre
Blossoming black and white
Trapped inside this umbra
This shell that we call life
Still with death by my side living half a life
I will pry my dull eyes to feel alive
I can't hide from the burden disease of mind
I can't find a quiet place to die
