Mined Garden کے بول

I'm just an alone insane From old battles I’ve cultivated a soil With explosives rosebuds The smell of gunpowder And the glow of the fire Served as charm and delight To my insane eyes I'm just an insane in a mined garden I’ve cultivated sadness and despair To me this was so lovely! Now, every night When the insanity comes I remember everything That had meaning to me The meaning of my life Meeting on the battlefield The battlefield The battlefield I'm just an insane in a mined garden I’ve cultivated sadness and despair To me this was so lovely!