گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Take away,
these hands of darkness.
Reaching for my soul.
Now, the cold wind
blows out my candles.
Feeling,
only fear,
without any hope.
A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars,
the candle burns in the womb
We trie not to forget,
they live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end
A thousand dark moons,
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen star,
the candle burns in the womb.
We trie not to forget,
They live through us
Slowly they die away at every candle's end.
