گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Wash away all the weakness
Feeble soul will rise and bloom
When the dark descends
The seducing torment of pain
Wakes the spirit untamed
Tonight there's nothing to lose
Burn in the flames of unpredictable truth
Or share the trail of everlasting gloom
The lonesome one in the arms of darkness
The ray of light that hurts like hell
Once the feast begins
There is no simples truth
And the light of day
Ruins the glory of rain
