گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
That is not dead
which can eternal lie
yet with strage aeons
even death may lie
(H.P. Lovecraft)
I bewail my destiny
a foible of mine
but her voice tortures my mind
I yearn for her bosom
I fear her sway
my eternal blemish
is her embrace
She whispers: chose a realm -
these two are the preferred ones:
Hell - where your soul reduces to ashes
Heaven - where you'll be drowned
