Bathory The Wind Of Mayhem
Praying to the wind to return Chant the heat of infernal lightning Gaze at the sky and its poisoned clouds Listen for the sound of thunder Now the tide has changed... Stand on the cliffsedge alone in the night My hair is blowing freely in the Wind Fell so cold yet my yearn give me heat Raise my head to the sky and breath in Now the time is right... It brings us curse, lust, hate, damnation and death Wail through darkness and bring evil It squall it screams Satanas is present but yet he is unseen THE WIND OF MAYHEM
