گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Journey deep, restless one
No path for the weak, poor soul
The fires burn, but dark still falls
Dark figure approaches, shadowing all
Warm air whistles through your frozen soul
As flames lash out, rocks start to fall
Which way to turn? No time to decide
The entrance is blocked, nowhere to hide
Turning and shaking, your fear is revealed
Facing the dragon, your fate is now sealed
With fiery breath it lets out a roar
Engulfed in flames, then all is no more
