The pain burns in my consciousness
By a fresh disturbed wound:
Why is your shape, Khan Tengri,
Bewitched by a gloomy fog?
Seeing your silhouette torn apart.
My heart is beating all the more strongly,
As if at a pillory, wild villains beat the slave
- 专辑:The Great Silk Road
- 歌手:Darkestrah
- 歌曲:Cult Tengri