Plains Of Desolation کے بول

I should not Proclaim such mysteries Death's cold breath Is still in my lungs For I've just returned From desolate lands Where the mourning Of endless days is heard Midnight, when fear Awakes in our souls When the dead Open their swollen lips Murmuring mysteries And dreaming What no man ever dreamed Or dared to (dream) I should not Proclaim such mysteries Death's cold breath Is still in my lungs These sorrowful wastelands These landscapes so sad In my soul Forever after shall be