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.

Lyrics submitted by Bloodmouth

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