گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Fear is in my brain, here's no place to run
Blood runs cold in vein;
I'm lowering the gun
Environs have been burning with all-destroying flame
Streets of town are turning into blood-red grain
Under fire solders dying
Bombardment aviation's come back to take our lives
Abysmal tribulation where the black raven flies
No god, no politicians can stop that overkill
Helplessness is their missions Hands of N.A.C. deal
Under fire solders dying.
