By the winds of funeral By the winds... At the graveyard the fog covers the open graves Arisen from our tombs of stone We emerge by the winds of funeral
scream in a cold alone As I call the storms of hallowed winds Upon the earth Come to me Oh, Mother night What woes do you hold for me Angels of doomed
hear is dying screams I am the future I am the past I am what you wish for The god you wish to be I am the voice Behind the silent scream I am the
