Doomed By Howling Winds Lyrics

Xasthur 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.