گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Emotional senses collides
Bluring normal passages
All the color is gone
My mind turns to the Sun
The light blinding me
Disturbing the peace
Of an unholy saint
No one will watch, better run for cover!
Delivering all the evil
No other man can be
There's no point to return
This is mighty enough
To put all in misery
Creator or creation?
Both worlds so misunderstood
Equaliting an ordinary tragedy
Among us
