گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Mumbling in the corner
Shaking as afraid of something
Awaiting for the arrival
Of what he had seen
A sickening mind
Trying something ravenous
Feeding his senses
With screams and sights
Once a wiseman
A thinker of sorts
Made new morals
And took a turn
Tried to cleanse the whole world
From the dirt
Never cared about heaven
Or the holy light
No control - no regrets
