گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Still a slave to the night time demons
Still captured by their spell
Looking down into the vortex
To the fires of a sleep-created Hell
With all your energies
You see, though from afar...
That one, great, true, point of light
Tha day is who you are
This sleep is not what it seems!
But it's bearing down on me,
Tearing out of me,
Until the daylight comes around.
