گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Dark things
Wander free
Keepers of the mysteries
Darkest brethren
It falls on thee
To still the breath
Of your enemies
A thousand miles
A thousand seas
I cross them all eternally
A thousand eyes
A thousand dreams
I walk among them endlessly
On the wings
Of leather and rage
I will fly
In the face of their hate
On the wings
Of leather and rage
I will have
All the things that I crave
Rebel spirits
A call to thee
On this the dawn
Of your destiny
Rebel blood
Strong and free
Will never bow to the heavenly
On the wings
Of leather and rage
I will rise
In the face of their hate
On the wings
Of leather and rage
I will take
All the things that I crave
