گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Power, the web of desire
Will bring the house down.
Burn, spat the preacher
From a hill that entered heaven.
Pay or die - cried the boatman.
Blood - screamed the goddess.
I long for the peace of night
In which all colours blend.
Perhaps it's death calling me, another death.
I need to feel again,
To feel myself
In self love.
I need to love again,
To feel myself
In self love.
I need to feel again.
I need to love again.
