Weeping Words کے بول

fear this more (the more) than the hands of man's (disgrace) it crushes forth (resenting) conquest its plan don't look back, will ever see your face again? the domination (is in all) imagination (space) caress endlessly (until we) inflame the soul... failing to return what's borrowed, devotion rights to me i see a summer of winters merging gracefully don't look back, will we ever see your face again don't look back, will i hear the weeping words again