گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
An army charges upon the land
To the sound of retreat
This is bigger than us
A stronger wind is blowing
Blowing from Paradise
Into the world to come
Progress is its name
Death nods his head
First the dead
Then the living
Call their names
Like a legion
Their steps are retreating
Out of the earth and the sea
Back to the beginning of time
An endless beach
Where a table has been set for one
With salt and water
Lay down the kid
And turn around and leave
