گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Faded words once building
So silent woeful memories
They gather their dreams so pale
In a runic rhyme
Could time tell a story of cold nights
And mystic tales
Which shone so bright
Could time tell of feelings
Which soared to heights
And fell to forlorn visions
