Darkness, Swallows - Me
"The gray wind heats my face, and pestilence that I smell moving me, death I bring, death I leave seems to whisper and my soul back to feeling lost."
"Whimpering souls lash my body, dragged by the dark ancestral wind."
"The gray wind heats my face, and pestilence that I smell moving me, death I bring, death I leave seems to whisper and my soul back to feeling lost."
"Whimpering souls lash my body, dragged by the dark ancestral wind."