گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A sinister telepathy is screaming at forgotten fears
An exit made of your self-destruction, may your reflection guide the blade
In your lost code of self knowledge, a mere entrance for evil to enter
The venom is hidden and the venom wears a mask (I serve myself upon the wings
Of pains affliction, unto thee). Disconnect from my state of being (and
Without a trace) it was my soul that murdered yours. That murdered yours
