گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Pus soaks this dirt
Cancer to this land
The roots turn sour
Drowning in rotten decay
Does this sound fair
Infarct heart of the earth
Bringer of the plaque
Must I bare this cross much more
I am the Martyr
In smothered hope
I bare
This cross
Cross of changes
I am the martyr
Of the gangrene harvest
Of virulent incantation
Obscene conjuration
