Xasthur — Doomed by Howling Winds

Текст песни: Doomed by Howling Winds

The wind cast a ruin upon my soul
The night is dying, yet we cursed the dawn
Each mourning, upon a festering grave
The moonlight has no shine through the doom
The burning corpse of god shall keep us warm
In the doom of howling winds
For we are a race from beyond the wanderers of night