گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Feel my burning touch
It drains you of all life
Your thoughts enter my brain
Your skin brittle and dry
Afflicted by my fire
Your eyes are dead and dull
I watch you fall to ash
I will absorb your soul
The withering death, my final gift
My talent from beyond
And as you crumble, you only hear
My poisonous funeral song
A heap, a husk, a pile of you
Is what I gaze upon
You were a breathing waste of life
Now all you are is gone
