گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I'm a wayward child of society
Lies bout me made me to what I am
Run away as long as you dare
Now I rise let the grieftime begin
I know no morals blood thirst in my mind
My mind- my weapon- sick
I'm going to make shure of justice
I devour you all, you mortal fools
Torment, the only thing I'll know
Revenge for your arrogance
You'll satisfy my desire for blood
